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FOR  THE  USE  OF  YOUNG  PERSONS, 


PRISCILLA  GURNEY. 


FIRST  AMERICAN  FROM  THE  THTKT)  T,ONT>Oy  FT 


PHILADELPHIA 


PUBLISHED  BY  BENJAMIN  AND  THOMAS  KITF, 

No.  20  North  Third  S 
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PREFACE 

TO 

THE  SECOND  EDITION. 


The  Hymns  contained  in  this  little  volume  have  been  selected 
from  a  variety  cf  authors,  and  are  intended,  principally,  for  the 
use  of  young  perscns. 

A  largi  proportion  of  such  compositions,  in  the  numerous  se> 
lections  of  them  already  existing,  the  editor  has  thought  uninte- 
resting, and  some  of  them  objectionable:  she  hopes,  therefore, 
that  a  selectio  j  from  these  works  of  such  hymns  as  appeared  to 
her  the  best  written  and  the  most  free  from  any  exceptionable  mat- 
ter, may  be  acceptable  to  her  young  friends :  and  th^t  they  will 
derive  pleasure,  as  well  as  instruction  rroni  che  perusal  of  them. 

Such  compositions  are  easily  committed  to  memory,  and  they 
afford  a  famUiar  and  interesting  method  of  impressing  upon  the 
mind  the  doctrines  and  precepts  of  religion.  It  is  evidently  of 
great  importance  that  the  minds  of  young  persons  should  be  early 
stored  with  T.at  knowledge,  which  is  best  calculated  to  promote 
their  edification  and  advancement  in  a  religious  life.  For  this  pur- 
pose, nothing  is  of  so  much  importance,  as  the  study  of  the  Holy 
Scriptures,  which,  when  perused  with  diligence,  and  in  a  spirit  of 
tru_  humility,  "are  able  to  make  men  w,se  unto  sal  vat  .on,  through 
faith,  which  is  in  Christ  Jesus.''  At  the  same  time,  we  ought  not 
to  neglect  any  other  mean-  of  Christian  instruction,  the  advanta- 
ges of  which  are  proved  by  experience. 

The  editor  has  onlj  to  observe  further,  that  in  this  second  edi- 
tion many  of  the  hymns  are  given  more  correctly  than  in  the 
former  edition  ;  a  few  taken  auay,  and  several  uew  ones  added. 

The  editor  is  unacquainted  with  the  authors  of  those  hymns  in 
ffce  collection,  which  have  no  name  attached  to  them. 


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CONTENTS. 


PART  r, 


HYMNS  FOR  CHILDREN, 

HYMN 

1  Hymn  for  a  child 

2  A  morning  hymn  - 

3  An  evening  hymn      - 

4  Hymn  of  praise 

5  Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread 

6  Praise  for  creation  and  providence 

7  Praise  for  mercies,  spiritual  and  temporal 

8  The  advantages  of  early  religion 

9  Against  quarreling  and  fighting 

10  Love  between  brothers  and  sisters 

11  Against  idleness  and  mischief 

12  The  child's  complaint     -  - 

13  A  morning  hymn        - 

14  Our  Saviour's  golden  rule 

15  Solemn  thoughts  on  the  Creator  and  death 

16  Against  pride  in  clothes 

17  On  worship     - 

18  Duty  to  God  and  our  neighbour 

19  The  ant.  or  emmet 

20  Cradle  hymn  ... 

21  The  sluggard 

22  The  rose  - 

23  The  all-seeing  God    - 

24  Summer  evening  •  -     ' 

25  Hymn  for  a  child        ... 

26  The  God  of  nature  and  providence 

27  The  example  of  Christ 

28  Self-examination 

29  The  Swallow 

30  On  worship  in  spirit  and  truth 

31  On  heaven 

32  Morning  hymn         - 

33  Evening  hjmn     - 

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HTMNS  ON  SELECT  PASSAGES  OF  SCRIPTURE 


HYMN 

1  Walking  with  God    -  -  - 

2  On  the  same  subject 

3  All  nations  blessed  in  Jesus  - 

4  The  Lord  will  provide    - 

5  On  the  same  subject 

6  I  am  the  Lord  that  healeth  thee 

7  The  bitter  waters      - 

8  Manna        - 

9  David  and  Goliah      - 

10  Saul's  annour       - 

11  Ask  what  I  shall  give  thee  - 

12  On  the  same  subject        .  •  " 

13  David's  prayer  for  Solomon 

14  The  joy  of  the  Lord  is  your  strength     - 

15  O  thou  preserver  of  men 

16  On  wisdom  - 

17  Psalm  i. 

18  Psalm  viii.  - 

19  Psalm  xix.       • 

20  Psalm  xxiii.  - 

21  The  shortness  of  time  and  frailty  of  man 

22  Psalm  xlii.  - 

23  Psalm  li. 

24  For  a  church  in  a  low  condition 

25  Psalm  lv.  6.    - 

26  None  upon  earth  I  desire  besides  thee  • 

27  Psalm  lxxxiv.  ... 

28  Psalm  exxii.  - 

29  Psalm  exxx.   - 

30  Psalm  exxxiii,  • 

31  Hjmn  of  praise         ...» 

32  Wisdom       - 

33  It  is  the  tflory  of  a  man  to  pass  over  a  transgr 

34  Vanity  of  life        -  -  -  - 

35  On  the  same  subject 

36  The  name  of  Jesus 

37  Zion,  or  the  city  of  God      - 

38  The  contrite  heart  ... 

39  The  future  peace  and  glory  of  the  church 

40  Asking  the  way  to  Zion 

41  What  think  ye  of  Christ  ?  - 

42  The  blasted  fig  tree         • 

43  Martha  and  Mary      - 

44  The  disciples  at  sea 

45  Will  ye  also  go  away  ?  -  •  * 

46  Lo vest  thou  me?  ... 

47  On  the  same  subject  - 

48  The  death  of  Stephen     - 

49  Salvation  drawing  nearer 


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50  The  fashion  of  this  world  passeth  away 

51  May  the  grace.  &c.  2  Cor.  xiii.  14. 

52  Contentment  - 

53  To  wait  for  his  Son  from  heaven 

54  Old  testament  gospel  - 

55  Exhorting  one  another  daily 

56  Looking  unto  Jesus  ... 

57  And  God  shall  wipe  away  all  tears  from  their  eyes 

58  Blessed  are  the  dead  which  die  in  the  Lord 

59  He  that  overcometh  shall  inherit  all  things 

60  Bright  and  morning  star 


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MISCELLANEOUS. 


The  Power,  Love,  and  Wisdom  of  God. 


1  The  Lord  our  light                • 

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2  The  wisdom  of  God 

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3  On  providence 

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4  The  Lord  our  refuge 

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5  The  Lord  our  guide              • 

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6  The  Lord  our  dependence 

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7  The  greatness  and  condescension  of  God 

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8  The  Lord  our  defence 

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9  On  the  same  subject 

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10  The  Lord  our  shepherd 

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11  The  eternity  of  God,  and  man's 

mortality 

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12  The  creation 

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13  The  creation 

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The  Redeemer. 


14  On  the  birth  of  Jesus 

15  Christ  manifested  .... 

16  Praise  to  the  Redeemer 

17  Gift  of  God  .... 

18  Christ  the  rock  of  ages  , 

19  Praise  to  the  Redeemer 

20  Christ  our  light 

21  Christ  our  refuge  .... 

22  Christ  the  one  thing  needful 

23  Christ  our  guide  .... 

24  Jesus  the  true  shepherd 

25  The  Lamb  of  God  which  taketh  away  the  sins  of  the  world    83 

26  Christ  the  good  shepherd  •         ,  .  .83 

27  Christ  the  physician  ...  84 

28  Characters  of  Christ  .  .  .  .84 

29  On  the  same  subject  ...  85 

30  On  the  mercy  of  Christ         .  .  .  .85 

31  Jesus  the  sanctifier  ....  86 

32  The  divinity  of  Christ  .  .  .  .       87 


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33  Not  ashamed  of  Christ 

34  The  example  of  Christ 

35  On  the  same  subject  • 

36  The  Christian's  fellowship  with  Christ  • 

37  Praise  to  the  Redeemer  .  . 

38  The  star  of  Bethlehem 

39  The  fold  of  Christ 

The  Spirit. 

40  Hymn  to  the  Spirit 

41  On  the  Spirit 

42  Influence  of  the  Spirit 

43  The  teachings  of  the  Spirit  •  • 

44  The  Spirit  the  comforter  •  . 

45  The  Holy  Spirit  our  sanctifier  . 

Praise,  Prayer,  and  Worship. 

46  Praise  .... 

47  Praise  .... 

48  Praise  •  .  « 

49  Praise  .... 

50  Hymn  of  praise  .  .  . 

51  Hymn  of  praise  .  • 

52  Praise 

53  Praise  for  faith 

54  Hymn  of  praise  . 

55  Hymn  of  praise 

56  Glory  to  God 

57  Gratitude 

58  Prayer 

59  Prayer  for  Christian  graces 

60  Aspiring  after  God  • 
.  61  For  divine  illumination 

62  The  waiting  soul  . 

63  Prayer 

64  Prayer  .  • 

65  On  prayer 

66  The  Lord's  prayer  paraphrased 

67  Prayer 
C8  Prayer  for  children 

69  Prayer  for  youth  • 

70  On  prayer  .  . 

71  My  soul  thirsteth  for  God 

72  Prayer  for  the  wanderers 

73  Worship 

74  On  worship  .  . 

75  Worship  .  , 

76  Worship  . 

77  Worship  ,  » 

78  Worship 

79  On  worship  . 

80  Delight  in  worship  , 

81  Worship         •  » 


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82  On  silent  worship 

83  The  eternal  Sabbath 

Conflict. 

84  Light  shining  out  of  darkness 

85  Welcome  cross 

86  Afflictions  sanctified 

87  Prayer  answered  by  crosses 

88  Temptation 

89  Looking  upwards  in  a  storm 

90  Peace  after  a  storm  • 

91  The  penitent's  hope 

92  Why  art  thou  cast  down  ? 

93  As  thy  day,  so  shall  thy  strength  be 

94  Trust  in  God  in  time  of  trouble 


Comfort. 


95  True  happiness 

96  Hope  beyond  the  grave 

97  There  the  weary  are  at  rest 

98  The  happy  change 

99  Freedom  from  care 

100  The  Christian's  prospect 


Christian  Graces, 


101  Divine  love 

102  Faith 

103  A  living  and  a  dead  faith 

104  Peace  of  mind 

105  Peace  of  mind 

106  Hope 

107  Charity 

108  Humility 

109  Humility 

110  Humility 

111  Brotherly  love  and  unity 

112  Meekness 

113  Resignation 

114  Trait  in  the  Lord 

115  Resignation 

116  For  resignation 

117  Submission 

118  Submission 

119  An  undivided  heart 

120  The  pure  heart 

121  Growing  in  grace 


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122  A  morning  hymn 

123  A  morning  hymn 

124  Evening  hymn 


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125  Evening 

i26  A  midnight  hymn 

127  New  year's  hymn 

128  New  year's  hymn 

129  Waiting  for  spring 

130  Spring 

131  On  the  Holy  Scriptures 

132  The  world  ' 

133  The  child  of  the  Lord 

134  Worldly  happiness  deceitful     - 

135  The  nightingale 

136  Seif-exanv.nation 

137  On  the  light  of  the  gospel 

138  On  the  death  of  a  child 

139  On  the  same  subject 

140  On  the  same  subject 

141  On  the  death  of  a  believer 

142  On  the  death  of  a  Christian 

143  The  death-bed  cf  a  penitent  sinner 

144  On  the  death  of  a  minister 

145  The  tolling  bell 

146  The  enchantment  dissolved 

147  A  chamber  hymn 
248    The  loadstone 

149  Lightning  in  the  night 

150  The  rainbow  • 

151  On  parting  -  • 

152  At  parting  « 

153  The  uncertainty  of  life 

154  The  soul  that  loves  God  finds  him  every  where 

155  Thoughts  on  the  sea  shore 

156  Luther's  hymn 

157  Religion 

158  The  child 

159  On  the  same  subject 

160  Home  in  view  -  • 
J  61  Retirement 

162  Deliverance  from  Egypt 

163  The  world  no  continuing  city 

164  The  spirit  shall  return  to  God 

165  On  death 

166  Death  the  passage  to  immortality 

167  To  die  is  gain 

168  The  end  of  lime 

169  Launching  into  eternity 

170  The  new  Jerusalem 

171  Future  judgment 

172  The  last  judgment 

173  Written  in  illness 

174  All  good  to  be  found  in  the  Creator 

175  Happiness  found  • 

176  ConsoJationjfrom  the  atonement  of  Christ 

177  On  the  same  subject 


&gmm  iav  GiifUrtetf. 


1.  Hymn  for  a  Child. — r. 

1  Lord  !  teach  a  little  child  to  pray, 

Thy  grace  betimes  impart ; 
And  grant  thy  Holy  Spirit  may 
Renew  my  infant  heart. 

2  For  Christ  can  all  my  sins  forgive, 

And  wash  away  their  stain; 
And  fit  my  soul  with  him  to  live, 
And  in  his  kingdom  reign. 

3  To  him  let  little  children  come, 

For  he  hath  said  they  may; 
His  bosom  then  shall  be  their  home — 
Their  tears  he'll  wipe  away. 

4  For  all  who  early  seek  his  face 

Shall  surely  taste  his  love; 
Jesus  shall  guide  them  by  his  grace, 
To  dwell  with  him  above. 

2.  A  Morning  Hymn. — t. 

1  My  Father,  I  thank  thee  for  sleep, 

For  quiet  and  peaceable  rest; 
I  thank  thee  for  stooping  to  keep 

An  infant  from  being  distrest; 
O  how  can  a  poor  little  creature  repay 
Thy  fatherly  kindness  by  night  and  by  day  ! 

2  My  voice  would  be  lisping  thy  praise, 

My  heart  would  repay  thee  with  love; 
O  teach  me  to  walk  in  thy  ways, 
And  fit  me  to  see  thee  above  : — 
For  Jesus  said,  let  little  children  come  |Hgh," 
He  will  not  despise  such  an  infant  as  I. 

3  As  long  as  thou  seest  it  right 

That  here  upon  earth  I  should  stay, 


I  pray  thee  to  guard  me  by  night, 
And  help  me  to  serve  thee  by  day ; 
That  when  all  the  days  of  my  life  shall  have  past, 
lmay  worship  thee  better  in  heaven  at  last. 
3.  An  Evening  Hymn. — t. 

1  Lord,  I  have  pass'd  another  day, 

And  come  to  thank  thee  for  thy  care; 
Forgive  my  faults  in  work  and  play, 
And  listen  to  my  ev'ning  prayer. 

2  Thy  favour  gives  me  daily  bread, 

And  friends,  who  all  my  wants  supply; 
And  safely  now  1  rest  my  head, 

Preserv'd  and  guarded  by  thine  eye. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  and  forgive 

Whate'er  I've  said  or  done  amiss, 
And  help  me,  every  day  I  live, 
To  serve  thee  better  than  in  this. 

4  Now,  while  I  speak,  be  pleas'd  to  take 

A  helpless  child  beneath  thy  care; 
And  condescend,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
To  listen  to  my  ev'ning  prayer. 
4.  Hymn  of  Praise. — w. 

1  How  glorious  is  our  heavenly  king, 

Who  reigns  above  the  sky! 
How  shall  a  child  presume  to  sing 
His  dreadful  majesty  ? 

2  How  great  his  power  is,  none  can  tell, 

Nor  think  how  large  his  grace — 
Not  men  below,  nor  saints  that  dwell 
On  high  before  his  face. 

3  Not  angels  that  stand  round  the  Lord, 

Can  search  his  secret  will; 
But  they  perform  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  sing  his  praises  still. 

4  Then  let  me  join  this  holy  train, 

And  my  first  orT'rings  bring; 
The  eternal  God  will  not  disdain 
To  hear  an  infant  sing. 


.5  My  heart  resolves,  my  tongue  obey<r, 
And  angels  shall  rejoice, 
To  hear  their  mighty  Maker's  praise 

Sound  from  a  feeble  voice. 
5.    Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread. — b, 

1  Fountain  of  blessing,  ever  bless'd, 
Enriching  all,  of  all  possess'd ; 

By  whom  the  whole  creation's  fed, 
Give  me,  each  day,  my  daily  bread. 

2  To  thee  my  very  life  I  owe, 

From  thee  do  all  my  comforts  flow; 
And  every  blessing  which  I  need 
Must  from  thy  bounteous  hand  proceed, 

3  Great  things  are  not  what  I  desire, 
Nor  dainty  meat,  nor  rich  attire ;  « 
Content  with  little  would  I  be, — 
That  little,  Lord,  must  come  from  thee. 

6.  Praise  for  Creation  and  Providence. — w. 

1  I  sing  the  Almighty  power  of  God, 

That  made  the  mountains  rise, 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordain'd 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day; 
The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  fill'd  the  earth  with  food  ; 
He  form'd  the  creatures  with  his  word, 
And  then  pronounc'd  them  good. 

4  Lord,  how  thy  wonders  are  display'd 

Where'er  I  turn  my  eye, — 
If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky. 

5  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below 

But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 
And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow, 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 

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6  Creatures  (as  numerous  as  they  be) 

Are  subject  to  thy  care  ; 
There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee, 
But  God  is  present  there. 

7  In  heaven  he  shines  with  beams  of  love. 

With  wrath  in  hell  beneath  : 
'Tis  on  his  earth  I  stand  or  move, 
And  'tis  his  air  I  breathe. 

8  His  hand  is  my  perpetual  guard, 

He  keeps  me  with  his  eye  ; 
Why  should  I  then  forget  the  Lord, 
Who  is  for  ever  nigh  ? 

7.  Praise  for  Mercies  spiritual  and  temporals — w. 

1  Whene'er  I  take  my  walks  abroad, 

How  many  poor  I  see  : 
What  shall  I  render  to  my  God, 
For  all  his  gifts  to  me  ? 

2  N^t  more  than  others  I  deserve, 

Yet  God  hath  given  me  more  ; 
For  I  have  food  while  others  starve, 
Or  beg  from  door  to  door. 

3  How  many  children  in  the  street 

Half  naked  I  behold, 
While  1  am  cloth'd  from  head  to  feet, 
And  cover'd  from  the  cold. 

4  While  some  poor  wretches  scarce  can  tei . 

Where  they  may  lay  their  head, 
I  have  a  home  wherein  to  dwell, 
And  rest  upon  my  bed. 

5  While  others  early  learn  to  swear$ 

And  curse,  and  lie,  and  steal ; 
Lord,  I  am  taught  thy  name  to  fear, 
And  do  thy  holy  will. 

6  Are  these  thy  favours  day  by  day, 

To  me  above  the  rest  ? 
Then  let  me  love  thee  more  than  tb  e 
And  try  to  serve  thee  best, 


S.   The  advantages  of  early  Religion. — w, 

1  Happy  the  child  whose  early  years 

Receive  instruction  well ; 
Who  hates  the  sinners  path,  and  fears 
The  road  that  leads  to  hell. 

2  When  we  devote  our  youth  to  God, 

'Tis  pleasing"  in  his  eyes; 
A  flow'r  when  orTer'd  in  the  bud, 
Is  no  mean  sacrifice. 

3  'Tis  easier  work  if  we  begin 

To  fear  the  Lord  betimes; 
While  sinners  that  grow  old  in  sin, 
Are  harden'd  in  their  crimes. 

4  'Twill  save  us  from  a  thousand  snares 

To  mind  religion  young, — 
Grace  will  preserve  our  following  years. 
And  make  oar  virtue  strong. 

5  To  thee,  Almighty  God,  to  thee 

Our  childhood  we  resign  ; 
'Twill  please  us  to  look  back,  and  see 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 

6  Let  the  sweet  work  of  pray 'r  and  praise 

Employ  my  youngest  breath; 
Thus  I'm  prepar'd  for  longer  days, 
Or  fit  for  early  death. 

9.  Against  Quarreling  and  Fighting. — w. 

1  Let  dogs  delight  to  bark  and  bite, 

For  God  hath  made  them  so  ; 
Let  bears  and  lions  growl  and  fight, 
For  'tis  their  nature  too. 

2  But  children  you  should  never  let 

Such  angry  passions  rise, — 
Your  little  hands  were  never  made 
To  tear  each  other's  eyes. 

3  Let  love  through  all  your  actions  run, 

And  all  your  words  be  mild ; 
Live  like  the  blessed  Virgin's  Son, 
That  sweet  and  lovely  child. 


4  His  soul  was  gentle  as  a  lamb  ; 

And  as  his  stature  grew, 
He  grew  in  favour  both  with  man, 
And  God,  his  Father,  too. 

5  Now  Lord  of  all,  he  reigns  above, 

And  from  his  heavenly  throne, 
He  sees  what  children  dwell  in  love, 
And  marks  them  for  his  own. 

10.  Love  bet-ween  Brothers  and  Sisters. — w 

1  Whatever  brawls  disturb  the  street, 

There  should  be  peace  at  home  ; 
Where  sisters  dwell  and  brothers  meet. 
Quarrels  should  never  come. 

2  Birds  in  their  little  nests  agree, — 

And  His  a  shameful  sight, 
When  children  of  one  family- 
Fall  out,  and  chide,  and  fight. 

3  The  wise  will  let  their  anger  cool, 

At  least  before  'tis  night; 
But  in  the  bosom  of  a  fool 
It  burns  till  morning  light. 

4  Pardon,  O  Lord,  our  childish  rage, 

Our  little  brawls  remove  ; 

That  as  we  grow  to  riper  age, 

Our  hearts  may  all  be  love. 

11.  Against  Idleness  and  Mischief, — w. 

1  How  doth  the  little  busy  bee 

Improve  each  shining  hour, 

And  gather  honey  all  the  day, 

From  every  opening  flow'r. 

2  How  skilfully  she  builds  her  cell; 

How  neat  she  spreads  the  wax ; 
And  labours  hard  to  store  it  well 
With  the  sweet  food  she  makes. 

3  In  works  of  labour  or  of  skill, 

1  would  be  busy  too; 
For  Satan  finds  some  mischief  still 
For  idle  hands  to  do. 


4  In  books,  or  work,  or  healthful  play, 
Let  my  first  years  be  past; 
That  I  may  give  for  ev'ry  day, 
Some  good  account  at  last. 
12.  The  Child's  Complaint.—vr. 

1  Why  should  I  love  my  sport  so  well, 

So  constant  at  my  play, 
And  lose  the  thoughts  of  heav'n  and  hell, 
And  then  forget  to  pray  ? 

2  What  do  I  read  my  Bible  for, 

But,  Lord,  to  learn  thy  will  ? 
And  shall  1  daily  know  thee  more, 
And  less  obey  thee  still  ? 

3  How  senseless  is  my  heart,  and  wild ! 

How  vain  are  all  my  thoughts ! 
Pity  the  weakness  of  a  child, 
And  pardon  all  my  faults. 

4  Make  me  thy  heav'nly  voice  to  he.ru\ 

And  let  me  love  to  pray, 
Since  God  will  lend  a  gracious  ear 
To  what  a  child  can  say. 

13.  A  Morning1  Hymn. — w. 

1  My  God,  who  makes  the  sun  to  know 

His  proper  hour  to  rise, 
And  to  give  light  to  all  below, 
Doth  send  him  round  the  skies. 

2  When  from  the  chambers  of  the  ea^t 

His  morning  race  begins, 
He  never  tires,  nor  stops  to  rest, 
But  round  the  world  he  shines. 

3  So,  like  the  sun,  would  I  fulfil 

The  business  of  the  day, — 

Begin  my  work  betimes,  and  still 

March  on  my  heavenly  way. 

4  Give  me,  O  Lord,  thy  early  grace, 

Nor  let  my  soul  complain, 
That  the  young  morning  of  my  day<5 
Has  all  been  spent  in  vain. 
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14.  Our  Saviour's  Golden  Rule. — w 

1  Be  you  to  others  kind  and  true, 
As  you'd  have  others  be  to  you; 
And  neither  do  nor  say  to  men, 
Whate'er  you  would  not  take  again. 

15.  Solemn  thoughts  on  the  Creator  and  Death, — \ 

1  There  is  a  God  that  reigns  above, 

Lord  of  the  heav'ns,  and  earth,  and  seas,— 
I  fear  his  wrath,  I  ask  his  love, 

And  with  my  lips  I'll  sing  his  praise. 

2  There  is  a  law  which  he  has  writ, 

To  teach  us  all  what  we  must  do  : — 
My  soul,  to  his  commands  submit, 
For  they  are  holy,  just,  and  true. 

3  There  is  a  gospel  of  rich  grace, 

Whence  sinners  all  their  comforts  draw  ; 
Lord,  1  repent,  and  seek  thy  face, 
For  I  have  often  broke  thy  law. 

4  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  die, 

Nor  do  I  know  how  soon  'twill  come  ; 
A  thousand  children  young  as  I, 

Are  call'd  by  death  to  hear  their  doom. 

5  Let  me  improve  the  hours  I  have, 

Before  the  day  of  grace  is  fled; 

There's  no  repentance  in  the  grave, 

Nor  pardon  oflfer'd  to  the  dead. 

6  Just  as  a  tree  cut  down,  that  fell 

To  north  or  southward,  there  it  lies; 
So  man  departs  to  heav'n  or  helJ, 
Fix'd  in  the  state  wherein  he  dies. 

16.  Against  pride  in  Clothes. — w. 

1  Why  should  our  garments,  made  to  hide 
Our  parents'  shame,  provoke  our  pride  ? 
The  arts  of  dress  did  ne'er  begin 

Till  Eve,  our  mother,  learnt  to  sin. 

2  When  first  she  put  the  cov'ring  on, 
Her  robe  of  innocence  was  gone  ; 


And  yet  her  children  vainly  boast 
In  the  sad  marks  of  glory  lost. 

3  How  proud  we  are,  how  fond  to  show 
Our  clothes,  and  call  them  rich  and  new ; 
"When  the  poor  sheep  and  silk-worm  wore 
That  very  clothing-  long  before. 

4  The  tulip  and  the  butterfly 
Appear  in  gayer  coats  than  I ; 
And  though  I  deck  me  as  I  will, 

Flies,  worms,  and  flow'rs,  exceed  me  still. 

5  Then  will  I  set  my  heart  to  find 
Inward  adornings  of  the  mind  ; — 
Knowledge  and  virtue,  truth  and  grace, — ■ 
These  are  the  robes  of  richest  dress. 

6  No  more  shall  worms  with  me  compare,— 
This  is  the  raiment  angels  wear: 

The  Son  of  God,  when  here  below, 
Put  on  this  blest  apparel  too. 

7  It  never  fades,  it  ne'er  grows  old, 

Nor  fears  the  rain,  nor  moth,  nor  mould  ; 
It  takes  no  spot,  but  still  refines, — 
The  more  'tis  worn,  the  more  it  shines. 

8  In  this,  on  earth,  would  I  appear, 
Then  go  to  heav'n  and  wear  it  there ; 
God  will  approve  it  in  his  sight, 

Its  his  own  work,  and  his  delight. 
17.    On  Worship. — w. 

1  Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
A  whole  assembly  worship  thee  ! 
Behold  in  unison  they  pray  ; 

They  hear  of  heav'n,  and  learn  the  way, 

2  I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go, 
'Tis  like  a  little  heav'n  below; 

Not  all  my  pleasures  and  my  play 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

3  O,  write  upon  my  mem'ry,  Lord, 
The  texts  and  doctrines  of  thy  word  : 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 


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4  With  thoughts  of  Christ,  and  things  divine, 
Fill  up  this  foolish  heart  of  mine  ; 
That,  hoping  pardon  through  his  blood, 
I  may  lie  down  and  wake  with  God. 

18.  Duty  to  God  and  our  Neighbour. — w. 

1  Love  God  with  all  your  soul  and  strength, 

With  all  your  heart  and  mind  ; 
And  love  your  neighbour  as  yourself; 
Be  faithful,  just,  and  kind. 

2  Deal  with  another  as  you'd  have 

Another  deal  with  you  : 
What  you're  unwilling  to  receive, 
Be  sure  you  never  do. 

19.   The  Jlnt  or  Emmet. — w. 

1  These  emmets,  how  little  they  are  in  our  eyes  I 
We  tread  them  to  dust,  and  a  troop  of  them  dies, 

Without  our  regard  or  concern  ; 
Yet  as  wise  as  we  are,  if  we  went  to  their  school, 
There's  many  a  sluggard,  and  many  a  fool, 

Some  lessons  of  wisdom  might  learn. 

2  They  wear  not  their  time  out  in  sleeping  or  play. 
But  gather  up  corn  in  a  sun-shiny  day, 

And  for  winter  they  lay  up  their  stores  ; 
They  manage  their  w^ork  in  such  regular  forms, 
One  would  think  they  foresaw  all  the  frosts  and 
the  storms, 

And  so  brought  their  food  within  doors. 

3  But  I  have  less  sense  than  a  poor  creeping  ant, 
If  1  take  not  due  care  for  the  things  I  shall  want, 

Nor  provide  against  dangers  in  time ; 
When  death  or  old  age  shall  once  stare  in  my  face, 
What  a  wretch  shall  I  be  in  the  end  of  my  days, 

If  I  trifle  away  all  their  prime  ! 

4  Now,  now,  while  my  strength  and  my  youth  are 

in  bloom, 
Let  me  think  what  shall  serve  me  when  sickness 
shall  come. 


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And  pray  that  my  sins  be  forgiven  . 
Let  me  read  in  good  books,  and  believe  and  obey, 
That  when  death  turns  me  out  of  this  cottage  of  clay, 

I  may  dwell  in  a  palace  in  heaven. 
20.    Cradle  Hymn. — w. 

1  Hush,  my  dear,  lie  still,  and  slumber ; 

Holy  angels  guard  thy  bed ! 
Heavenly  blessings,  without  number, 
Gently  falling  on  thy  head 

2  Sleep>  my  babe  ;  thy  food  and  raiment, 

House  and  home,  thy  friends  provide  ; 
And  without  thy  care  or  payment, 
All  thy  wants  are  well  supplied. 

3  How  much  better  thou'rt  attended, 

Than  the  Son  of  God  could  be, 
When  from  heaven  he  descended, 
And  became  a  child  like  thee. 

4  Soft  and  easy  is  thy  cradle  ; — 

Coarse  and  hard  thy  Saviour  lay, 
When  his  birth  place  was  a  stable, 
And  his  softest  bed  was  huy. 

5  Blessed  babe  !  what  glorious  features, 

Spotless,  fair,  divinely  bright ! 
Must  he  dwell  with  brutal  creatures  ? 
How  could  angels  bear  the  sight  * 

6  Was  there  nothing  but  a  manger, 

Cursed  sinners  could  afford, 
To  receive  the  heav'nly  stranger  ? 
Did  they  thus  affront  the  Lord  ? 

7  Soft,  my  child,  1  did  not  chide  thee, 

Though  my  song  might  sound  too  hard; 
'Tis  thy  mother  sits  beside  thee, 
And  her  arms  shall  be  thy  guard. 

8  Yet  to  read  the  shameful  story, 

How  the  Jews  abus'd  their  King; 
How  they  serv'd  the  Lord  of  Glory, 
Makes  me  angry  while  I  sing. 

9  See  the  kinder  shepherds  round  him, 

Telling  wonders  from  the  sky  I 


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Where  they  sought  him,  there  they  found  him, 
With  his  Virgin-Mother  by. 

10  See  the  lovely  babe  a-dressing, — 

Lovely  infant,  how  he  smil'd ! 
When  he  wept,  the  mother's  blessing" 
Sooth'd  and  hush'd  the  holy  child. 

11  Lo  !  he  slumbers  in  the  manger, 

Where  the  horned  oxen  fed  ! 
Peace,  my  darling,  here's  no  danger, 
There's  no  ox  a-near  thy  bed. 

12  'Twas  to  save  thee,  child,  from  dying, 

Save  my  dear  from  burning  flame, 
Bitter  groans  and  endless  crying, 
That  thy  blest  Redeemer  came. 

13  May'st  thou  live  to  know  and  fear  him, 

Trust  and  love  him  all  thy  days ; 
Then  go  dwell  for  ever  near  him, 
See  his  face,  and  sing  his  praise. 

14  I  could  give  thee  thousand  kisses, 

Hoping  what  1  most  desire  ;" 
Not  a  mother's  fondest  wishes, 
Can  to  greater  joys  aspire. 

21.   The  Sluggard.— vr. 

1  *Tis  the  voice  of  the  Sluggard;  I  heard  him  com- 

plain, [again." 

"  You  have  wak'd  me  too  soon,  I  must  slumber 
As  the  door  on  its  hinges,  so  he  on  his  bed, 
Turns  his  sides,  and  his  shoulders,  and  his  heavy 

head. 

2  "  A  little  more  sleep,  and  a  little  more  slumber;" 
Thus  he  wastes  half  his  days,  and  his  hours  with- 
out number ; 

And  when  he  gets  up,  he  sits  folding  his  hands, 
Or  walks  about  sauntering,  or  trifling  he  stands. 

3  I  pass'd  by  his  garden,  and  saw  the  wild  brier, 
The  thorn  and  the  thistle  grow  broader  and  higher; 
The  clothes  that  hang  on  him  are  turning  to  rags, 
And  his  money  still  wastes,ti  11  he  starves  or  he  begs. 


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4  I  made  him  a  visit,  still  hoping  to  find 

He  had  taken  more  care  of  improving1  his  mind  ; 

He  told  me  his  dreams,  talk'd  of  eating  and  drink- 
ing ;  [thinking. 

But  he  scarce  reads  his  Bible,  and  never  loves 
.5  Said  I  then  to  my  heart,  here's  a  lesson  for  me, 

This  man's  but  a  picture  of  what  I  might  be  ; 

Then  thanks  to  my  parents  who  taught  me  to 
"  That  idleness  still  is  the  mother  of  wo.       [know, 

22.   The  Rose.— v. 

1  How  fair  is  the  rose  !  what  a  beautiful  flower  '. 

The  glory  of  April  and  May  ; — 
But  the  leaves  are  beginning  to  fade  in  an  hour, 
And  they  wither  and  die  in  a  day. 

2  Yet  the  rose  has  one  powerful  virtue  to  boast 

Above  all  the  fiow'rs  of  the  field  j  [lost. 

When  its  leaves  are  all  dead,  and  fine  colours  are 
Still  how  sweet  a  perfume  it  will  yield ! 
J  So  frail  is  the  youth,  and  the  beauty  of  men, 
Though  they  bloom,  and  look  gay  like  a  rose  . 
For  all  our  fond  care  to  preserve  them  is  vain, 
Time  kills  them  as  fast  as  he  goes. 
4  Then  I'll  not  be  proud  of  my  youth  or  my  beauty, 
Since  both  of  them  wither  and  fade, 
But  gain  a  good  name  by  well  doing  my  duty  j— 
This  will  scent  like  a  rose  when  I'm  dead. 

23.   The  All-seeing  God. — w. 

i  Lord  thou  hast  search'd  and  seen  me  through  ; 

Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view, 

My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 

My  soul,  my  flesh,  and  all  their  powers. 
\  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 

Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 

Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break, 
•3  Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  stand  ; 

On  ev'ry  side  I  find  thy  hand  ; 


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Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  by  God. 
4i  Amazing*  knowledge,  vast  and  great ! 

"What  large  extent,  what  lofty  height ! 

My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  1  boast, 

Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 
5  O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 

Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 

Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

24.   Summer  Evening. — w. 

1  How  fine  has  the  day  been !  how  bright  was  the  sun! 
How  lovely  and  joyful  the  course  that  he  run  ! 
Though  he  rose  in  a  mist,  when  his  race  he  begun ! 

And  there  followed  some  droppings  of  rain  : 
But  now  the  fair  traveller's  come  to  the  west, 
His  rays  are  all  gold,  and  his  beauties  are  best, 
He  paints  the  sky  gay,  as  he  sinks  to  his  rest, 

And  foretells  a  bright  rising  again. 

2  Just  such  is  the  Christian,  his  course  he  begins, 
Like  the  sun  in  the  mist,  while  he  mourns  for  his 

sins, 
And  melts  into  tears,then  he  breaks  out  and  shines, 

And  travels  his  heavenly  way ; — 
But  when  he  comes  nearer  to  finish  his  race, 
Like  a  fine  setting  sun,  he  looks  richer  in  grace, 
And  gives  a  sure  hope  at  the  end  of  his  days, 
Of  rising  in  brighter  array. 

25.  Hymn  for  a  Child, 

1  Be  with  me,  where'er  I  go  ; 

Teach  me  what  thou  would'st  have  me  do  ; 
Suggest  whate'er  I  think  or  say, 
Direct  me  in  thy  narrow  way. 

2  Prevent  me,  lest  I  harbour  pride, 
Lest  I  in  my  own  strength  confide  ; 
Show  me  my  weakness  ;  let  me  see 

1  have  all  power,  my  God,  from  thee, 

3  Enrich  me  always  with  thy  love ; 
My  kind  protector  ever  prove  ; — 


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Lord,  put  thy  seal  upon  my  breast, 
And  let  thy  spirit  on  me  rest. 
4  Assist  and  teach  me  how  to  pray, 
Incline  my  nature  to  obey  ; 
What  thou  abhorr'st,  that  bid  me  flee, 
And  only  love  what  pleaseth  thee. 

26.    The  God  of  Nature  and  Providence. — w 

1  Join  ev'ry  tongue  to  praise  the  Lord, 
All  nature  rests  upon  his  word  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  his  courts  maintain, 
And  own  his  universal  reign. 

2  At  his  command,  the  morning  ray, 
Smiles  in  the  east,  and  leads  the  day  ; 
He  guides  the  sun's  declining  wheels 
Beneath  the  verge  of  western  hills. 

3  Seasons  and  times  obey  his  voice, 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice, 

To  see  the  earth  made  soft  with  showers, 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  drest  in  flowers. 

4  'Tis  from  his  watery  stores  on  high, 
He  gives  the  thirsty  ground  supply  ; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  dispense. 

5  The  pastures  smile  in  green  array, 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play : 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 

In  different  language,  speak  thy  name. 

5  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  power  divine, 
In  all  the  earth  thy  glories  shine; 
Through  every  month,  thy  gifts  appear  ; 
Great  God  !  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year, 

27.    The  Example  of  Christ.— t, 

I  Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord  and  Saviour, 
Once  became  a  child  like  me ; — 
Oh,  that  in  my  whole  behaviour, 
He  my  pattern  still  might  be 
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2  All  my  nature  is  unholy, — 

Pride  and  passion  dwell  within  ; 
But  the  Lord  was  meek  and  lowly, 
And  was  never  known  to  sin. 

3  While  I'm  often  vainly  trying 

Some  new  pleasure  to  possess, 
He  was  always  self-denying", — 
Patient  in  his  worst  distress. 

4  Lord,  assist  a  feeble  creature  ; 

Guide  me  by  thy  word  of  truth ; 
Condescend  to  be  my  teacher 

Through  my  childhood  and  my  youth. 

5  Often  I  shall  be  forgetful 

Of  the  lessons  thou  hast  taught, — 
Idle,  passionate,  and  fretful, 
Or  indulging  foolish  thought. 

6  Then  permit  me  not  to  harden 

In  my  sin,  and  be  content  ; 
But  bestow  a  gracious  pardon, 
And  assist  me  to  repent. 

28.  Self-Examination. — d. 

1  Now,  for  a  while,  aside  I'll  lay 
My  childish  trifles  and  my  play ; 

And  call  my  thoughts,  which  rove  abroad, 
To  view  myself,  and  view  my  God  : 
I'll  look  within,  that  I  may  see 
What  I  now  am,  what  I  must  be. 

2  I  am  the  creature  of  the  Lord ; 

He  made  me  by  his  powerful  word ; 

This  body,  in  each  curious  part, 

Was  wrought  by  his  unfailing  art ; 

From  him  my  noble  spirit  came, 

My  soul  a  spark  of  heavenly  flame ; 

That  soul  by  which  my  body  lives, 

Which  thinks,  and  hopes,  and  joys,  and  grieves, 

And  must  in  heaven  or  hell  remain, 

When  flesh  is  turn'd  to  dust  again. 

3  What  business  then  should  I  attend, 
Or  what  esteem  my  noblest  end  ? 


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Sure  it  consists  in  this  alone, 
That  God  my  maker  may  be  known, 
So  known,  that  I  mav  love  him  still, 
And  form  my  actions  by  his  will ; 
That  he  may  bless 'me  while  I  live, 
And  when  I  die,  my  soul  receive; 
To  dwell  for  ever  in  his  sight, 
In  perfect  knowledge  and  delight. 

29.    The  Stvallow.—GTJiois. 

(Translated  by  Cowper.) 

1  I  am  fond  of  the  swallow — I  learn  from  her  flight, 
Had  I  skill  to  improve  it,  a  lesson  of  love  : 
How  seldom  on  earth  do  we  see  her  ahght ! 
She  dwells  in  the  skies,  she  is  ever  above. 

2  It  is  on  the  wing  that  she  takes  her  repose, 
Suspended  and  pois'd  in  the  regions  of  air, 
'Tis  not  in  our  fields  that  her  sustenance  grows, 
It  is  wing'd  like  herself,  'tis  ethereal  fare. 

3  She  comes  in  the  spring,  all  the  summer  she  stays, 
And  dreading  the  cold,  still  follows  the  sun — 
So,  true  to  our  love,,  we  should  covet  his  rays, 
And  the  place  where  he  shines  not,  immediately 

shun.  [pray'r ; 

4  Our  light  should  be  love,  and  our  nourishment 
It  is  dangerous  food  that  we  find  upon  earth; 
The  fruit  of  this  world  is  beset  with  a  snare, 

In  itself  it  is  hurtful,  as  vile  in  its  birth. 

5  Let  us  leave  it  ourselves,  ('tis  a  mortal  abode,) 
To  bask  ev'ry  moment  in  infinite  love; 

Let  us  fly  the  dark  winter,  and  follow  the  road 
That  leads  to  the  day-spring  appearing  above, 
30   On  Worship  "  in  Spirit  and  in  Truth"— w. 

1  God  is  a  spirit,  just  and  wise, 

He  sees  our  inmost  mind ; 
In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  souls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne, 

With  honour  can  appear ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known, 
Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 


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3  Tlieir  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 

Their  bended  knees  the  ground; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice, 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts  and  try  my  ways, 

And  make  my  soul  sincere; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

31.  On  Heaven. 

1  Far  from  the  narrow  scenes  of  night 

Unbounded  glories  rise, 

And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 

Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Fair  distant  land ;  could  mortal  eyes 

But  half  its  charms  explore, 
How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more  ! 

3  There  pain  and  sickness  never  come; 

There  grief  no  more  complains; 
Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  purest  pleasure  reigns. 

4  No  malice,  strife,  or  envy,  there, 

The  sons  of  peace  molest; 
But  harmony  and  love  sincere, 
Fill  every  happy  breast. 

5  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, 

For  ever  bright  and  fair  ; 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortals'  wo, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

6  There,  no  alternate  night  is  known, 

Nor  yet  the  scorching  ray ; 
But  glory  from  th'  eternal  throne 
Spreads  everlasting  day. 

7  Oh!  may  this  heavenly  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love  ! 
May  livelyifaith  and  strong  desire, 
Bear  every  thought  above. 


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32.  Morning  Hymn. — k. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun, 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  ran; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise, 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Redeem  thy  mispent  time  that's  past, 
And  live  this  day  as  'twere  the  last ; 
T'  improve  thy  talents,  take  due  care  ; 
'Gainst  the  great  day,  thyself  prepare, 

3  Let  all  thy  converse  be  sincere, 

Thy  conscience  as  the  noon  day  clear  ; 
Think  how  th'  all-seeing  God  thy  ways, 
And  all  thy  secret  thoughts,  surveys. 

4  Wake  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing, 
Glory  to  th'  Eternal  King. 

5  Glory  to  thee  who  safe  has  kept, 
And  hast  refresh'd  me  whilst  I  slept ; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

6  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew ; 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew  ; 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

7  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say ; 

That  all  my  pow'rs  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

8  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures,  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  y'  angelic  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

33.  Evening  Hymn. — k. 
1  Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings. 
Under  thine  own  almighty  wings, 
o  2 


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2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills,  which  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  e'er  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  O !  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  with  sweet  sleep  my  eyelids  close ; 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  active  make 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 

4  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
With  joy  behold  the  judgment  day. 

5  If  wakeful  in  the  night  I  lie, 

My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply ; 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  pow'rs  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  Let  my  blest  guardian,  while  I  sleep, 
His  watchful  station  near  me  keep  ;, 
My  heart  with  love  celestial  fill, 

And  save  me  from  the  approach  of  ill. 

7  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  y'  angelic  host; 

Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


Second  $atrt. 

HYMNS 

®N  SELECT  PASSAGES  OF  SCRIPTURE. 


1.   Walking  -with  God.  Gen.  v.  24.- 
Oh  !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 


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2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 

When  first  1  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  L  once  enjoy'd ! 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still  t 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void. 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O'holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest; 
1  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  &  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2.   On  the  same  subject. — x. 

1  By  faith  in  Christ  I  walk  with  God, 

With  heaven,  my  journey's  end,  in  view; 
Supported  by  his  staff  and  rod, 
My  road  is  safe  and  pleasant  too. 

2  I  travel  through  a  desert  wide, 

Where  many  round  me  blindly  stray; 
But  he  vouchsafes  to  be  my  guide, 
And  will  not  let  me  miss  my  way. 

3  Though  snares  and  dangers  throng  my  path, 

And  earth  and  hell  my  course  withstand, 
I  triumph  over  all  by  faith, 

Guarded  by  his  almighty  hand. 

4  The  wilderness  affords  no  food, 

But  God  for  my  support  prepares; 
Provides  me  ev'ry  needful  good, 

And  frees  my  soul  from  wants  and  cares. 

5  With  him  sweet  converse  I  maintain, 

Great  as  he  is,  I  dare  be  free; 


I  tell  him  all  my  grief  and  pain, 
And  he  reveals  his  love  to  me. 

6  Some  cordial  from  his  word  he  brings, 

Whene'er  my  feeble  spirit  faints; 
At  once  my  soul  revives  and  sings, 
And  yields  no  more  to  sad  complaints. 

7  I  pity  all  that  worldlings  talk 

Of  pleasures,  that  will  quickly  end; — 
Be  this  my  choice,  O  Lord,  to  walk 

With  thee,  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend. 
3.  Jill  Nations  blessed  in  Jesus.  Gen.  xii.  3. — c.  w  , 

1  Come  thou  universal  blessing, 
Abraham's  long  expected  seed, 
Perfect  peace  and  joy  increqging, 
Through  the  ransom'd  nations  spread  y 
Sinful  pride  and  brutal  passion, 

Far  from  every  heart  remove, 
Bless  us  with  thy  full  salvation, 
Bless  us  with  thy  heavenly  love. 

2  Happy  is  the  man  forgiven; 
This,  oh  let  the  sinner  feel, 
Taste  in  thee  his  present  heaven. 
Pant  for  greater  blessings  still; 
Oh  that  we,  anew  created, 
Might  thine  image  here  receive 
Then  to  Paradise  translated, 

In  thy  glorious  presence  live  ! 

4.   The  Lord  will  provide.  Gen.  xxii.  8. — x. 
1  Though  troubles  assail, 
And  dangers  affright, — 
Though  friends  should  all  fail, 

And  foes  all  unite  ; 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us, 

Whatever  betide, 
The  scripture  assures  us, 
The  Lord  will  provide, 
3  The  birds  without  barn 
Or  storehouse  are  fed, 


From  them  let  us  learn 
To  trust  for  our  bread  : 

His  saints,  what  is  fitting 
Shall  ne'er  be  denied, 

So  long*  as  'tis  written 
The  Lord  will  provide. 

3  We  may,  like  trie  ships, 

By  tempests  be  tost 
On  perilous  deeps, 

But  cannot  be  lost; 
Though  Satan  enrages 

The  wind  and  the  tide, 
The  promise  engages 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

4  His  call  we  obey, 

Like  Abr'ham  of  old,' 
Not  knowing  our  way, 

But  faith  makes  us  bold; 
For  though  we  are  strangers, 

We  have  a  good  guide, 
And  trust  in  all  dangers, 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

5  When  Satan  appears 

To  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fill  us  with* fears, 

We  triumph  by  faith  ;— - 
He  cannot  take  from  us, 

Though  oft  he  has  tried, 
This  heart-cheering  promise, 

The  Lord  will  provide.        , 
5  He  tells  us  we're  weak, 

Our  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  seek 

We  ne'er  shall  ootain; 
But  when  such  suggestions 

Our  spirits  have  tried, 
This  answers  all  questions, 

The  Lord  will  provide. 
No  strength  of  our  own 

Or  goodness  we  claim; 


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Yet  since  we  have  known 

The  Saviour's  great  name, 
In  this  our  strong  tower, 

For  safety  we  hide, 
The  Lord  is  our  power, 

The  Lord  will  provide. 
8  When  fled  is  our  youth, 

And  death  is  in  sight, 
The  word  of  his  truth 

Shall  still  be  our  light; 
Though  tempests  may  lower, 

With  Christ  on  our  side, 
E'en  in  death's  darkest  hour, 

Oar  God  will  provide. 
5.    On  the  same  subject. — c. 

1  The  saints  should  never  be  dismayed, 

Nor  sink  in  hopeless  fear  ; 
For  when  they  least  expect  his  aid, 
The  Saviour  will  appear. 

2  This  Abraham  found :  he  rais'd  his  knife, 

God  saw,  and  said,  "  Forbear ! 
"  Yon  ram  shall  yield  his  meaner  life  ; 
"  Behold  the  victim  there." 

3  Once  David  seem'd  Saul's  certain  prey; 

But  hark  !  the  foe's  at  hand  ; 
Saul  turns  his  arms  another  way, 
To  save  th'  invaded  land. 

4  When  Jonah  sunk  beneath  the  wave, 

He  thought  to  rise  no  more; 

But  God  prepared  a  fish  to  save, 

And  bear  him  to  the  shore. 

5  Blest  proofs  of  power  and  grace  divine, 

That  meet  us  in  his  word  ! 
May  ev'ry  deep-felt  care  of  mine, 
Be  trusted  with  the  Lord. 

6  Wait  for  his  seasonable  aid, 

And  though  it  tarry,  wait; 
The  promise  may  be  long  delay'd, 
But  cannot  come  too  late. 


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6.  /  am  the  Lord  that  healeth  thee.     Ex.  xv.  26. — c, 

1  Heal  us,  Immanuel,  here  we  are, 

Waiting  to  feel  thy  touch; — 
Deep-wounded  souls  to  thee  repair, 
And,  Saviour,  we  are  such. 

2  Our  faith  is  feeble,  we  confess, 

We  faintly  trust  thy  word ; 
But  wilt  thou  pity  us  the  less  ? 
Be  that  far  from  thee,  Lord. 

3  Remember  him  who  once  applied 

With  trembling  for  relief; 
"Lord,  I  believe,"  with  tears,  he  cried, 
"  O,  help  my  unbelief." 

4  She  too,  who  touch'd  thee  in  the  press, 

And  healing  virtue  stole, 
Was  answered,   "  Daughter,  go  in  peace, 
"  Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole." 

5  Conceal'd  amid  the  gath'ring  throng, 

She  would  have  shunn'd  thy  view ; 
And  if  her  faith  was  firm  and  strong, 
Had  strong  misgivings  too. 

6  Like  her,  with  hopes  and  fears  we  come, 

To  touch  thee  if  we  may ; 
Oh  !  send  us  not  despairing  home, 
Send  none  unheal'd  away, 

7.  The  Bitter  Waters.  Ex.  xv.  23— 25.— n, 

1  Bitter  indeed,  the  waters  are, 

Which  in  this  desert  flow; 
Though  to  the  eye  they  promise  fair, 
They  taste  of  sin  and  wo. 

2  Of  pleasing  draughts  I  once  could  dream; 

But  now,  awake,  1  find, 
That  sin  has  poison'd  tvery  stream, 
And  left  a  curse  behind. 

3  But  there's  a  wonder-working  wood, 

I've  heard  believers  say, 
Can  make  these  bitter  waters  good, 
And  take  the  curse  away. 


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4  The  virtues  of  this  healing*  tree 

Are  known  and  priz'd  by  few  ;• — 
Reveal  this  secret,  Lord,  to  me, 
That  1  may  prize  it  too. 

5  The  cross  on  which  the  Saviour  died 

And  conquer'd  for  his  saints  ; 
This  is  the  tree  by  faith  applied, 
Which  sweetens  all  complaints. 

6  Thousands  have  found  the  bless'd  effect. 

Nor  longer  mourn  their  lot ; 
While  on  his  sorrows  they  reflect, 
Their  own  are  all  forgot. 

7  When  they,  by  faith,  behold  the  cross. 

Though  many  griefs  they  meet; 
They  draw  a  gain  from  ev'ry  loss, 
And  find  the  bitter  sweet. 

8.  JManna.     Ex.  xvi.  18. — n. 

1  Manna  to  Israel  well  supplied 

The  want  of  other  bread; 
Since  God  is  able  to  provide, 
His  people  shall  be  fed. 

2  (Thus  though  the  corn  and  wine  should  fail. 

And  creature-streams  be  dry, 
The  pray'r  of  faith  will  still  prevail, 
For  blessings  from  on  high.) 

3  Of  his  kind  care  how  sweet  a  proof! 

It  suited  ev'ry  taste  ; 
Who  gather'd  most  had  just  enough- 
Enough,  who  gather'd  least. 

4  'Tis  thus  our  gracious  Lord  provides 

Our  comforts  and  our  cares ; 
His  own  unerring  hand  provides 
And  gives  us  each  our  shares. 

5  He  knows  how  much  the  weak  can  bear* 

And  helps  them  when  they  cry; 
The  strongest  have  no  strength  to  spare, 
For  such  he'll  strongly  try. 


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6  Daily  they  saw  the  manna  come, 

And  cover  all  the  ground  ; 
But  what  they  tried  to  keep  at  home, 
Corrupted  soon  was  found. 

7  Vain  their  attempt  to  store  it  up, 

This  was  to  tempt  the  Lord; 
Israel  must  live  by  faith  and  hope, 
And  not  upon  a  hoard. 
9.  David  and  Goliah.     Ex.  xvii.  15. — c. 
Jehovah  A*issi. —  The  Lord  my  Banner, 

1  By  whom  was  David  taught 

To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 
When  he  Goliah  fought, 

And  laid  the  Gittite  low  ? 
No  sword  nor  spear  the  stripling  took, 
But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 

2  'Twas  Israel's  God  and  King 

Who  sent  him  to  the  fight; 
Who  gave  him  strength  to  sling, 

And  skill  to  aim  aright. 
Ye  feeble  saints,  your  strength  endures, 
Because  young  David's  God  is  yours. 

3  Who  order'd  Gideon  forth, 

To  storm  th'  invader's  camp, 
With  arms  of  little  worth, 

A  pitcher  and  a  lamp  ? 
The  trumpet  made  his  coming  known, 
And  all  the  host  was  overthrown. 

4  Oh  !  I  have  seen  the  day, 

When  with  a  single  word, 
God  helping  me  to  say, 

My  trust  is  in  the  Lord, — 
My  soul  has  quell'd  a  thousand  foes, 
Fearless  of  all  that  could  oppose. 

5  But  unbelief,  self-will, 

Self-righteousness  and  pride, 
How  often  do  they  steal 

My  weapon  from  my  side  ? 
Yet  David's  Lord  and  Gideon's  friend, 
Will  help  his  servants  to  the  end. 

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10.  SauVs  Armour.     1  Sam.  xvii.  38—40.— f„ 

1  When  first  my  soul  enlisted 

My  Saviour's  foes  to  fight, 
Mistaken  friends  insisted 

I  was  not  armed  aright; 
So  Saul  advised  David 

He  certainly  would  fail, 
Nor  could  his  life  be  saved, 

Without  a  coat  of  mail. 

2  But  David,  though  he  yielded 

To  put  the  armour  on, 
Soon  found  he  could  not  wield  it, 

And  ventur'd  forth  with  none. 
With  only  sling  and  pebble, 

He  fought  the  fight  of  faith; 
The  weapons  seem'd  but  feeble, 

Yet  prov'd  Goliah's  death. 

3  Had  I  by  him  been  guided, 

And  quickly  thrown  away 
The  armour  men  provided, 

1  might  have  gain'd  the  day ; 
But  arm'd  as  they  advis'd  me, 

My  expectations  faiPd, 
My  enemy  surprised  me, 

And  had  almost  prevail'd. 

4  Furnish M  with  books  and  notions, 

And  arguments  and  pride, 
I  practis'd  all  my  motions, 

And  Satan's  power  defied; 
But  soon  perceiv'd  with  trouble, 

That  these  would  do  no  good, — 
Iron  to  him  is  stubble, 

And  brass  like  rotten  wood. 

5  I  triumph'd  at  a  distance, 

While  he  was  out  of  sight, 
But  faint  was  my  resistance, 

When  forc'd  to  join  in  fight: 
He  broke  my  sword  in  shivers, 

And  pierc'd  my  boasted  shield, 
Laugh'd  at  my  vain  endeavours, 

And  drove  me  from  the  field. 


6  Satan  will  not  be  braved 

By  such  a  worm  as  I; 
Then  let  me  learn  with  David, 

To  trust  in  the  Most  High, — 
To  plead  the  name  of  Jesus, 

And  use  the  sling  of  pray'r; 
Thus  arm'd.  when  Satan  sees  us, 

He'll  tremble  and  despair. 

11.  Ash  -what  I  shall  give  thee.     1  Kings,  iii.  5. — n, 

1  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  pray'r; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee,  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  king, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring; 
For  his  grace  and  pow'r  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin; 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ! 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  thy  blood -bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign, 

5  As  the  image  in  the  glass 
Answers  the  beholder's  face; 
Thus  unto  my  heart  appear, 
Print  thine  own  resemblance  there. 

6  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

7  Show  me  what  1  have  to  do, 
Ev'ry  hour  my  strength  renew; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 


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12.   On  the  same  subject. — nr, 

1  If  Solomon  for  wisdom  pray'd, 

The  Lord  before  hud  made  him  wise ; 
Else  he  another  choice  had  made, 

And  ask'd  for  what  the  worldlings  prize. 

2  Thus  he  invites  hjs  people  stdl ; 

He  first  instructs  them  how  to  choose, 
Then  bids  them  ask  whate'er  they  will, 
Assur'd,  that  he  will  not  refuse. 

3  Our  wishes  would  our  ruin  prove, 

Could  we  our  wretched  choice  obtain, 
Before  we  feel  the  Saviours  love 
Kindle  our  love  to  him  again. 

4  But  when  our  hearts  perceive  his  worth 

Desires  till  then  unknown,  take  place;, 
Our  spirits  cleave  no  more  to  earth, 
But  pant  for  holiness  and  grace. 

5  And  dost  thou  say,  "  Ask  what  thou  wilt" — 

Lord,  I  would  seize  the  golden  hour, — ■ 
I  pray  to  be  releas'd  from  guilt, 

And  freed  from  sin  and  Satan's  pow'r, 

6  More  of  thy  presence,  Lord,  impart, 

More  of  thy  image  let  me  bear ; 

Erect  thy  throne  within  my  heart, 

And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

7  Give  me  to  read  my  pardon  seal'd, 

And  from  thy  joy  to  draw  my  strength; 
To  have  thy  boundless  love  reveal'd 

In  all  its  height,  and  breadth,  and  length. 

8  Grant  these  requests,  I  ask  no  more, 

But  to  thy  care  the  rest  resign, — 
Sick,  or  in  health,  or  rich,  or  poor, 
AJ1  shall  be  well,  if  thou  art  mine. 

13  David's  prayer  for  Solomon.  1  Chron.  xxix.  18, 
19.— x. 

1  O  David's  Son,  and  David's  Lord  ! 

From  age  to  age  thou  art  the  same  ; 
Thy  gracious  presence  now  afford, 

And  teach  our  youth  to  know  thy  name, 


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2  Thy  people,  Lord,  though  oft  distrest, 

Upheld  by  thee,  thus  far  are  come  ; 
And  now  we  long"  to  see  thy  rest, 
And  wait  thy  word  to  call  us  home. 

3  Like  David,  when  this  life  shall  end, 

We  trust  in  thee  sure  peace  to  find  ; 
Like  him,  to  thee  we  now  commend 
The  children  we  must  leave  behind. 

4  Ere  long,  we  hope  to  be  where  care 

And  sin  and  sorrow  never  come  ; 
But,  oh  !  accept  our  humble  pray'r, 

That  these  may  praise  thee  in  our  room. 

5  Show  them  how  vile  they  are  by  sin, 

And  wash  them  in  thy  cleansing  blood  ; 
Oh!  make  them  willing  to  be  thine, 
And  be  to  them  a  covenant  God. 

6  Long  may  thy  light  and  truth  remain, 

To  bless  this  place  when  we  are  gone  ! 
And  numbers  here  be  born  again, 
To  dwell  for  ever  near  thy  throne. 

14.    The  joy  of  the  Lord  is  your  strength.  Neh.  viii, 
10.—*. 

1  Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 

In  nature's  barren  soil ; 
All  we  can  boast,  till  Christ  we  know, 
Is  vanity  and  toil. 

2  But  where  the  Lord  has  planted  grace, 

And  made  his  glories  known  ; 
There,  fruits  of  heav'nly  joy  and  peace 
Are  found,  and  there  alone. 

3  A  bleeding  Saviour  seen  by  faith, 

A  sense  of  pardoning  love, 
A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
Give  joys  like  those  above. 

4  To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  veil, 

To  know  that  God  is  mine, 
Are  springs  of  joy  that  never  fail, 
Unspeakable  !  divine  !   ' 
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5  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy, 

And  sanctity  the  mind  : 
Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

6  No  more,  believers,  mourn  your  lot, 

But,  if  you  are  the  Lord's, 
Kesign  to  them  that  know  him  not, 
Such  joys  as  earth  affords. 
15.   O  Thou  Preserver  of  men  /  Job  vii.  20. — k, 

1  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  night 

Preserved,  O  Lord,  by  thee, 
Again  we  hail  the  cheerful  light, 
Again  we  bow  the  knee. 

2  Preserve  us,  Lord,  throughout  the  day, 

And  guide  us  by  thine  arm ! 
For  they  are  safe,  and  only  they, 
Whom  thou  preserv'st  from  harm, 

3  Oh  1  may  the  beams  of  truth  divine, 

With  clear  convincing  light, 

In  all  our  understandings  shine, 

And  chase  our  mental  night. 

4  Let  all  our  words  and  all  our  ways 

Declare  that  we  are  thine  ; 
That  so  the  light  of  truth  and  grace 
Before  the  world  may  shine. 

5  Nor  let  us  turn  away  from  thee  : 

Dear  Saviour  hold  us  fast ; 
Till  with  immortal  eyes  we  see 
Thy  glorious  face  at  last. 
16.   On  Wisdom.  Job  xxviii.  12,  13. — K. 

1  How  many  of  their  wisdom  boast ! 
Wisdom  acquir'd  by  toil  and  cost ! 

But  when  they  want  their  wisdom  most, 
If  ever  it  was  their's,  'tis  lost. 

2  The  wisdom  of  the  world  must  fail ; 
'Tis  found  deficient  in  the  scale  : 
When  guilt,  and  pain,  and  death  assail, 
Ah !  what  will  such  a  friend  avail ! 


3  It  may  with  pride  the  heart  inflame  ; 
It  may  exalt  a  man  to  fame  ; 

It  may  procure  a  splendid  name  : 
But  cannot  save  from  endless  shame. 

4  There  is  a  wisdom  from  on  high — 
No  food  for  pride  will  it  supply  ; 
But  guilt  and  pain  it  may  defy, 
And  cheer  us  when  we  come  to  die. 

5  Who  shall  this  wisdom's  worth  declare  I 
Or  what  shall  we  to  her  compare  ? 

To  her,  bright  gems,  however  rare, 
But  faintly  shine,  and  worthless  are. 

6  Who  wisdom  find,  are  truly  bless'd, 
The  "  tree  of  life"  is  then  possess'd  ; 
Of  all  that's  valued,  this  is  best, 

'Tis  present  and  eternal  rest. 
17.  Psalm  i. 

1  How  bless'd  is  he,  who  ne'er  consents 

By  ill  advice  to  walk, 
Nor  stands  in  sinners*  ways,  nor  sits 
Where  men  profanely  talk  ; 

2  But  makes  the  perfect  law  of  God 

His  practice  and  delight ; 
Devoutly  reads  thereof  by  day, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  Like  some  fair  tree,  which,  fed  by  streams, 

With  timely  fruit  doth  bend, 
He  still  shall  flourish,  and  success 
His  just  designs  attend. 

4  Ungodly  men  and  their  attempts 

No  lasting  rest  shall  find  ; 
Untimely  blasted  and  dispers'd 
Like  chaff  before  the  wind. 

5  For  God  approves  the  just  man's  ways  ; 

To  happiness  they  tend ; 
But  all  the  paths  which  sinners  tread, 
In  shame  and  ruin  end. 


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18.  Psalm  viii. — s. 
Almighty  power !  amazing  are  thy  ways, 
Above  our  knowledge,  and  above  our  praise  \ 
How  all  thy  works  thine  excellence  display ! 
How  fair,  how  great,  how  wonderful  are  they ! 
Thy  hand  yon  wide  extended  heav'n  uprais'd, 
Yon  wide  extended  heav'n  with  stars  emblaz'd, 
Where  each  bright  orb,  since  time  his  course  begun, 
Has  roll'd  a  mighty  world,  or  shone  a  sun. 
Stupendous  thought !  how  sinks  all  human  race, 

A  point,  an  atom,  in  the  field  of  space  ! 
Yet  e'en  to  us,  O  Lord,  thy  care  extends, 
Thy  bounty  feeds  us,  and  thy  power  defends, 
Yet  e'en  to  us,  as  delegates  of  Thee, 
Thou  giv'st  dominion  over  land  and  sea  ; 
Whate'er  or  walks  on  earth,  or  flits  in  air, 
Whate'er  of  life  the  wat'ry  regions  bear ; 
All  these  are  ours,  and,  for  th'  extensive  claim, 
"We  owe  all  homage  to  thy  sacred  name ! 
Almighty  power !  how  wond'rous  are  thy  ways, 
How  far  above  our  knowledge  and  our  praise  ! 

19.  Psalm  xix. — a. 

1  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heav'ns,  a  shining  frame, 

Their  great  original  proclaim. 

Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 

Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 

And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  works  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  ev'ning  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  list'ning  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; 
Whilst  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  What  though,  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestial  ball  ? 


What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice  ; 
For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine, 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine/' 
20.  Psalm  xxiii. — a. 

1  The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care, 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary  wand'ring  steps  he  leads  ; 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
"For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still ; 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadfid  shade. 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile ; 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd, 

And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 
21.    The  Shortness  of  Time  and  the  Frailty  of  Man, 
Ps.  xxxix. — 5. 
1  Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame, 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days  ; 

Teacli  me  to  know  how  frail  1  am, 

And  spend  the  remnant  to  thy  p 
J  My  days  are  shorter  than  a  span  , 

A  little  point  my  life  appears  ; 


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How  frail  at  best  is  dying  man  ! 
How  vain  are  all  his  hopes  and  fears  ! 

3  Vain  his  ambition,  noise,  and  show  ! 
Vain  are  the  cares  which  rack  his  mind ! 
He  heaps  up  treasures  mixt  with  wo, 
And  dies,  and  leaves  them  all  behind. 

4  Oh,  be  a  nobler  portion  mine  ! 

My  God !  I  bow  before  thy  throne ; 
Earth's  fleeting"  treasures  I  resign, 
And  fix  my  hope  on  thee  alone. 

22.  Psalm  xlii. 

1  As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  springs, 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  King  of  kings, 
Thy  face  in  near  approach  to  see, 

So  thirsts  great  Source  of  Life  for  thee. 

2  Thy  mercies,  Lord,  before  mine  eyes, 
Shall  yet  in  sweet  remembrance  rise  ; 
Amidst  the  storm,  amidst  the  wave, 
Thy  love  the  beams  of  comfort  gave. 

3  Thy  name  to  rapture  prompts  my  tongue, 
My  joy  by  day,  by  night  my  song ; 

To  thee  my  soul  ascends  in  pray'r, 
And  in  thy  bosom  pours  its  care. 

4  Then  why  my  soul  with  care  opprest  ? 

And  whence  the  thoughts  that  wound  the  breast  t 
In  all  thy  griefs,  in  all  thy  woes, 
On  God  thy  steadfast  hope  repose. 
23.  Psa/mli.— w. 

1  O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie  j 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  ; 
Let  thy  good  spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banish'd  from  thy  sight, 


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Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more , 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  still  afford  ; 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

24.  For  a  Church  in  a  low  condition.  Psalm  li.  18, 

1  O  God  of  Zion  !  from  thy  throne, 
Look  with  an  eye  of  pity  down  ; 

Thy  church  now  humbly  makes  her  pray'r, 
Thy  church  the  object  of  thy  care. 

2  We  are  a  building  thou  hast  rais'd  ; 

How  kind  thy  hand,  that  hand  be  prais'd  ! 

Yet  all  to  utter  ruin  falls, 

If  thou  forsake  our  tott'ring  walls. 

3  We  call  to  mind  the  happier  days 

Of  life  and  love,  of  pray'r  and  praise, 

When  holy  services  gave  birth 

To  joys  resembling  heaven  on  earth. 

4  But  now  the  ways  of  Zion  mourn, 
Her  gates  neglected  and  forlorn  ; 
Our  life  and  liveliness  are  fled, 
And  many  number'd  with  the  dead, 

5  We  need  defence  from  all  our  foes, 
We  need  relief  from  all  our  woes ; 
If  earth  and  hell  should  yet  assail, 
Let  neither  earth  nor  hell  prevail. 

6  Near  to  each  other  and  to  thee, 
Lord,  bring  us  all  in  unity  ; 

Thou,  all  our  num'rous  wants  supply, 
And  pour  thy  spirit  from  on  high. 

25.  Psalm  lv.  6. — k. 

1  Oh  had  I  the  wings  of  a  dove, 

I'd  make  my  escape  and  begone ; 
I'd  mix  with  the  spirits  above, 
Who  encompass  yon  heavenly  throne ; 


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I'd  fly  from  all  labour  and  toil, 

To  the  place  where  the  weary  have  rest ; 
I'd  haste  from  contention  and  broil, 

To  the  peaceful  abode  of  the  blest. 

2  How  happy  are  they  who  no  more 

Have  to  fear  the  assaults  of  the  foe, 
Arriv'd  on  the  heavenly  shore, 

They  have  left  all  their  conflicts  below, 
They  are  far  from  all  danger  and  fear, 

While  remembrance  enhances  their  joys  : 
As  the  storm,  when  escap'd,  will  endear 

The  retreat  that  the  haven  supplies. 

3  Around  that  magnificent  throne, 

Where  the  Lamb  all  his  glory  displays  ; 
United  for  ever  in  one, 

His  people  are  singing  his  praise. 
How  holy,  how  happy  are  they ! 

No  tongue  can  express  their  delight ; 
My  soul,  now  unwilling  to  stay, 

Prepares  for  her  heavenly  flight. 

4  But  why  do  1  wish  to  be  gone  ? 

Do  I  want  from  the  danger  to  flee  ? 
And  shall  I  do  nothing  for  one, 

Who  was  once  such  a  sufPrer  for  me  ? 
Ah  Lord !  let  me  think  of  the  day 

When  thou  wast  "  rejected  of  men," 
And  put  the  base  wish  far  away, 

And  never  be  fearful  again. 

5  Nor  less  my  perverseness  forgive, 

That  when  ease  and  prosperity  come, 
Thy  servant  is  willing  to  live, 

And  his  exile  prefers  to  his  home  : 
Ah  Lord !  what  a  creature  am  I, 

Sure  nothing  can  heighten  my  guilt  i 
Forgive  me,  forgive  me,  I  cry, 

And  make  me  whatever  thou  wilt. 


26.  None  upon  Earth  I  desire  besides  Thee.     Psalm 
lxxiii.  25. — m. 

1  How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see, 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flow'rs, 

Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  for  me. 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  try  in  vain  to  look  gay; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him. 

December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice, 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
I  should,  where  he  always  so  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear  ; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 
I  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned  ; 
No  changes  of  season  or  place, 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind; 
While  blessed  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear  ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  should  dwell  with  me  there, 
t  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
Oh,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore ; 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 
27.  Pslam  lxxxiv. — K. 
1  How  sweet  thy  dwellings,  Lord,  how  fair  ! 

WThat  peace,  what  bliss  inhabits  there  ! 

With  ardent  hope,  with  strong  desire, 

My  heart »  my  flesh,  to  thee  aspire  ; 
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1  burn  to  tread  thy  courts,  and  thee, 
My  God,  the  living1  God  to  see. 

2  Eternal  King,  within  thy  dome, 

The  sparrow  finds  her  peaceful  home  ; 
With  her  the  dove,  a  licens'd  guest, 
Assiduous  tends  her  infant  nest, 
And  to  thy  altar's  sure  defence, 
Commits  th'  unfeather'd  innocence. 

3  Blest  who  like  these,  from  day  to  day, 
To  praise  thee,  in  thy  temple  stay ; 
Blest,  who  their  strength  on  thee  reclin'd, 
Thy  seat  explore  with  constant  mind, 
And  Salem's  distant  towers  in  view, 
With  active  zeal  their  way  pursue. 

4  Secure  this  vale  of  tears  they  tread, 
To  an  eternal  temple  led  ; 

While  showers  of  grace  from  heaven  distill'd, 
Refreshments  to  the  travellers  yield; 
The  copious  springs  their  steps  beguile, 
And  bid  the  cheerless  desert  smile. 

5  From  stage  to  stage  advancing  still, 
Behold  them  reach  fair  Zion's  hill, 
And  prostrate  at  her  hallowed  shrine, 
Adore  the  majesty  divine, 

Where  the  refulgent  glory  spreads, 
Its  purest  splendours  o'er  their  heads. 
28.  Psalm  cxxii. — m. 

1  What  joy,  while  thus  I  view  the  day 
That  warns  my  thirsting  soul  away, 

What  transports  fill  my  breast ! 
For,  lo,  my  great  Redeemer's  pow'r 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door, 

And  leads  me  to  his  rest. 

2  The  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come, 
That  calls  me  to  the  hallow'd  dome, 

Thy  presence  to  adore ; — 
My  feet  the  summons  shall  attend; 
With  willing  steps  thy  courts  ascend. 

And  tread  th' ethereal  floor. 


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„>  E'en  now  to  my  expecting  eyes 
The  heav'n-built  towers  of  Salera  rise; 

E'en  now  with  glad  survey, 
I  view  her  mansions  that  contain 
Th'  angelic  forms,  an  awful  train, 

And  shine  with  cloudless  day. 

4  Hither  from  earth's  remotest  end, 
Lo  !  the  redeem'd  of  God  ascend, 

Their  tribute  hither  bring: 
Here,  crown'd  with  everlasting  joy, 
In  hymns  of  praise  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hail  th'  immortal  King: 

5  Great  Salem's  King,  who  bids  each  state 
On  her  decrees  dependent  wait, 

In  her,  ere  time  begun, 
High  on  eternal  base  uprear'd, 
His  hands  the  regal  seat  prepar'd 

For  Jesse's  favour'd  son. 

6  Mother  of  cities!  o'er  thy  head 

See  peace,  with  healing  wings  outspread, 

Delighted  fix  her  stay. 
How  blest,  who  calls  himself  thy  friend ! 
Success  bis  labours  shall  attend, 

And  safety  guard  his  way. 

7  Thy  walls  remote  from  hostile  fear, 
Nor  the  loud  voice  of  tumult  hear, 

Nor  war's  wild  wastes  deplore: — 
There  smiling  plenty  takes  her  stand, 
And  in  thy  courts  with  lavish  hand 
Has  pour'd  forth  all  her  store. 
5  Let  me,  blest  seat,  my  name  behold 
Among  thy  citizens  enroll'd, 

In  thee  for  ever  dwell; 
Let  charity  my  steps  attend, 
My  sole  companion,  and  my  friend, 
And  faith  and  hope  farewell. 
29.  Psalm  exxx. — w. 
1  Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress, 
The  borders  of  despair, 


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I  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace, 
My  groans,  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God  !  should  thy  severer  eye 

And  thine  impartial  hand 
Mark  and  avenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood. 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  I  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 

With  strong  desires  I  wait; 
My  soul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate. 

5  Just  as  the  guards,  that  keep  the  night, 

Long  for  the  morning  skies, 
Watch  the  first  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes; 

6  So  waits  my  soul  to  see  thy  grace, 

And,  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  first  openings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day. 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Israel  trust, 

Let  Israel  seek  his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  just, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne, 

For  sinner's  longenslav'd; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, 
And  Israel  shall  be  saved. 

30.  Psalm  cxxxiii. 
1  How  pleasing  is  the  scene,  how  sweet, 
Where  Christian  souls  in  friendship  join, 
Whose  cares  and  joys  united  meet 
In  bonds  of  charity  divine  ! 
2  Less  fragrant  was  the  ointment  pour'd 
On  Aaron's  consecrated  head, 
When  balmy  odours  richly  shower'd, 
Wide  o'er  his  sacred  vesture  spread. 


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3  Not  flow'iy  Hermon  e'er  displayed, 

Impearl'd  with  dew,  a  fairer  sight ; 
Nor  Sion's  beauteous  hills  array 'd 
In  golden  beams  of  morning  light, 

4  On  these  the  Lord  indulgent  sheds 

His  kindest  gifts,  a  heav'nly  store  ; 
With  life  immortal  crowns  their  heads, 
When  time's  frail  comforts  charm  no  more, 
31.  Hymn  of  Praise.  Ps.  cxlvi — i>. 

1  God  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days, 

My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy  praise  , 
The  song  shall  wake  with  op'ning  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
And  grief  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praise  I'll  raise  on  high, 
And  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  its  powers  of  language  fail, 

Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break. 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But,  oh,  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  1  am  chain'd  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise, 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies  ? 

5  Soon  shall  I  learn  the  exalted  strains, 
Which  echo  through  the  heavenly  plains ; 
And  emulate,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  glowing  seraphs  round  thy  throne. 
32.   Wisdom.  Prov.  viii. — c. 

1  Ere  God  had  built  the  mountains, 
Or  rais'd  the  fruitful  hills  ; 
Before  he  fill'd  the  fountains 
That  fed  the  running  rills  ; 
In  me  from  everlasting, 
The  wonderful  I  AM 
Found  pleasures  never  wasting, 
And  wisdom  is  my  name. 
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2  When,  like  a  tent  to  dwell  in. 

He  spread  the  skies  abroad, 
And  swath'd  about  the  swelling" 

Of  ocean's  mighty  flood; 
He  wrought  by  weight  and  measure. 

And  I  was  with  him  then  ; 
Myself  the  Father's  pleasure, 

And  mine  the  sons  of  men. 

3  Thus  wisdom's  words  discover 

Thy  glory  and  thy  grace, 
Thou  everlasting  lover 

Of  our  unworthy  race  ! 
Thy  gracious  eye  survey'd  us 

Ere  stars  were  seen  above; 
In  wisdom  thou  hast  made  us, 

And  died  for  us  in  love. 

4  And  couldst  thou  be  delighted 

With  creatures  such  as  we, 
Who,  when  we  saw  thee,  slighted, 

And  nail'd  thee  to  a  tree  ? 
Unfathomable  wonder, 

And  mystery  divine  ! 
The  voice  that  speaks  in  thunder 

Says,  "Sinner,  1  am  thine." 

33.  "  It  is  the  Glory  of  a  JMan  to  pass  over  a  Tram- 
gressio?i.3i  Pro  v.  xix.  11. 

1  Thus  wisdom  speaks  aloud,  and  yet 

Pride  hardly  will  resign; 
Though  to  forgive,  and  to  forget, 
Is  godlike — is  divine. 

2  When  injur'd,  lean  scarce  tell  how 

To  pass  the  injury  by  ; 
My  angry  spirit  will  not  bow, 
Nor  let  resentment  die. 

3  The  heaving  billows  swell  within, 

Till  all  is  tempest  grown; 
And  thus  I  share  another's  sin, 
And  make  his  guilt  my  own. 


i  But  come,  my  proud,  my  seltish  heart, 
One  serious  thought  bestow  ; 
Do  I  thus  act  the  Christian  part  ? 
Has  Jesus  acted  so  ? 

5  Just  the  reverse:  his  generous  breast 

Did  kind  compassion  move; 
When  sinners  curs'd,  the  Saviour  blest. 
And  injuries  paid  with  love. 

6  Although  by  wicked  hands  he  died, 

With  the  last  breath  he  drew, 
"Father,  forgive,"  he  sweetly  cried, 
Himself  forgave  them  too. 

7  Jesus  !  I  hide  my  head  in  shame; 

I  blush  and  weep  to  see, 
That  1  who  wear  thy  sacred  name, 
No  more  conform  to  thee. 

8  O  the  sharp  pangs  he  underwent 

To  clear  my  guilty  score  ! 
And  shall  I  trifling  wrongs  resent  ? 
No,  I'll  resent  no  more  ! 

9  I'll  seize  th'  offending  brother's  hand, 

And  call  him  still  my  friend  ; 
My  angry  passions  I'll  disband, 
And  ev'ry  quarrel  end. 

10  Why  should  we  differ  by  the  way  ? 

Why  should  dissensions  come  ? 
We  hope  to  spend  an  endless  day, 
In  one  eternal  home. 

11  While  others  their  punctilios  boast ; 

Lord,  bend  my  stubborn  will: 
For  he  that  condescends  the  most, 
Remains  the  victor  still. 

12  Fain  would  I  imitate  my  Lord, 

And  bear  each  cross  event; 
Humility's  its  own  reward; 
But  pride's  a  punishment. 
12  Come,  blessed  Spirit,  heav'nly  dove. 
Descend  on  balmy  wings; 


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Gome,  tune  my  passions  all  to  love, 
And  strike  the  peaceful  strings. 
14  Jesus,  my  longing  soul  shall  wait, 
And  near  thy  feet  adore; 
Till  I  shall  reach  that  blissful  state, 
Where  discord  is  no  more. 

34.   Vanity  of  Life.  Eccl.  i.  2.- — h\ 

1  The  evils  that  beset  our  path 

Who  can  prevent  or  cure  ? 
We  stand  upon  the  brink  of  death, 
When  most  we  seem  secure. 

2  If  we  to-day  sweet  peace  possess, 

It  soon  may  be  withdrawn ; 
Some  change  may  plunge  us  in  distress, 
Before  to-morrow's  dawn. 

3  Disease  and  pain  invade  our  health, 

And  find  an  easy  prey  ; 
And  oft,  when  least  expected,  wealth 
Takes  wings  and  flies  away. 

4  A  fever  or  a  blow  can  shake 

Our  wisdom's  boasted  rule, 
And  of  the  brightest  genius,  make 
A  madman  or  a  fool. 

5  The  gourds,  from  which  we  look  for  fruit, 

Produce  us  only  pain  ; 
A  worm  unseen  attacks  the  root, 
And  all  our  hopes  are  vain. 

6  I  pity  those  who  seek  no  more 

Than  such  a  world  can  give; 
Wretched  they  are,  and  blind,  and  poor, 
And  dying  while  they  live. 

7  Since  sin  has  fill'd  the  earth  with  wo, 

And  creatures  fade  and  die  ; 
Lord,  wean  our  hearts  from  things  below, 
And  fix  our  hopes  on  high. 


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jj,   On  the  same  subject — it. 

1  Honey  though  the  bee  prepares, 
An  invenom'd  sting  he  wears  ; 
Piercing  thorns  a  guard  compose, 
Round  the  fragrant  blooming  rose  ■ 

2  "Where  we  think  to  find  a  sweet, 
Oft  a  painful  sting  we  meet ; 
When  the  ros^  invites  our  eye, 
We  forget  the  thorn  is  nigh. 

3  Why  are  thus  our  hopes  beguiPd  r 
Why  are  all  our  pleasures  spoil'd  ? 
Why  do  agony  and  wo 

From  our  choicest  comforts  grow  ? 

4  Sin  has  been  the  cause  of  all, 
'Twas  not  thus  before  the  fall : 
What  but  pain,  and  thorn,  and  sting  r 
From  the  root  of  sin  can  spring? 

5  Now  with  ev'ry  good  we  find 
Vanity  and  grief  entwin'd  ; 
What  we  feel,  and  what  we  fear, 
AD  our  joys  embitter  here. 

6  Yet,  through  the  Redeemer's  love, 
These  afflictions  blessings  prove  ; 
He  the  wounding  stings  and  thorns 
Into  healing  med'cines  turns. 

7  From  the  earth  our  hearts  they  wean. 
Teach  us  on  his  arm  to  lean  ; 

Urge  us  to  a  throne  of  grace, 
Make  us  seek  a  resting  place. 

8  In  the  mansions  of  our  King 
Sweets  abound  without  a  sting ; 
Thornless  there  the  roses  blow, 
And  the  joys  unmingled  flow. 

36.   The  name  of  Jesus.  Cant.  i.  3. — v. 
1  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  sooths  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds. 
And  drives  awav  his  fear. 


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2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Dear  name,  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding*  place  ; 
My  never-failing  treas'ry  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Jesus !  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 

My  prophet,  priest,  and  king ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

6  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  ev'ry  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name, 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 
57.  Zion,  or  the  City  of  God.  Isa.  xxxiii.  20,  21. — N, 

1  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God ! 
He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Form'd  thee  for  his  own  abode. 
On  the  rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  f 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See  !  the  streams  of  living  waters 

Springing  from  eternal  love  ; 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters. 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : — 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'assuage  r 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hov'ring. 

See  $*e  cloud  and  fire  appear ! 


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For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near  : 

Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 
Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day  j 

Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 
Which  he  gives  them,  when  they  pray, 

4  Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood  ! 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on, 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God. 
•Tis  his  love  his  people  raises 

Over  self  to  reign  as  kings, 
And  as  priests  his  solemn  praises, 

Each,  for  a  thank-offering,  brings, 

5  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I,  through  grace,  a  member  am; 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

I  will  glory  in  thy  name. 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure, 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show  ; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure, 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 
38.   The  Contrite  Heart.  Isa.  lvii.  15. — c, 

1  The  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

On  contrite  hearts  bestow  ; 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart  or  no  ? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 

Insensible  as  steel ; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclin'd 

To  love  thee,  if  I  could  ; 

But  often  feel  another  mind, 

Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 

I  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 
But  when  I  cry,  "  My  strength  renew,' ' 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 


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5  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 

And  love  thy  house  of  prayer ; 
I  therefore  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 

6  Oh,  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache ; 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break, 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 

39.  The  future  Peace  and  Glory  of  the  Church,  Isa 
lx.  15— 20.— e. 

1  Hear  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken, 

(t  Oh,  my  people  faint  and  few, 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken, 

Fair  abodes  L  build  for  you ; 
Thorns  of  heart-felt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways ; 
You  shall  name  your  walls  salvation, 

And  your  gates  shall  all  be  praise. 

2  There,  like  streams,  that  feed  the  garden, 

Pleasures  without  end  shall  flow  ; 
For  the  Lord,  your  faith  rewarding, 

All  his  bounty  shall  bestow. 
Still  in  undisturb'd  possession 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign  : 
Never  shall  you  feel  oppression, 

Hear  the  voice  of  war  again. 

3  Ye  no  more  j$Wf  sons  descending, 

Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see; 
But  your  griefs  for  ever  ending, 

Find  eternal  noon  in  me. 
GodAshall  rise  and  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night ; 
He,  the  Lord,  shall  be  your  glory, 

God,  your  everlasting  light." 

40.  Asking  the  Way  to  Zion.  Jer.  1.  5. *•. 

1  Zion,  the  city  of  our  God, 

How  glorious  is  the  place ; 
The  Saviour  there  has  his  abode, 

And  saints  shall  see  his  face. 


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2  Firm  against  ev'ry  adverse  shock, 

Its  mighty  bulwark's  prove  ; 
*Tis  built  upon  the  living  rock, 
And  wall'd  around  with  love, 

3  There  all  the  fruits  of  glory  grow, 

And  joys  that  never  die  ; 
And  streams  of  grace  and  knowledge  flow.. 
The  soul  to  satisfy. 

4  Come,  set  your  faces  Zion-ward, 

The  sacred  road  inquire  ; 
And  let  a  union  with  the  Lord 
Be  henceforth  your  desire. 

5  The  gospel  shines  to  give  you  light ; 

No  longer  then  delay  ; 
The  spirit  waits  to  guide  you  right, 
And  Jesus  is  the  way. 

6  O  Lord,  regard  thy  people's  prayer, 

Thy  promise  now  fulfil  j 
And  young  and  old  by  grace  prepare, 
To  dwell  on  Zion's  hill. 
41.   What  think  ye  of  ChHst?  Matt.  xxii.  42. — x 

1  What  think  ye  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test 

To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme  ; 

You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him. 

As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not, 

So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 

And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 

2  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 
A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most  ; 

Sure  these  have  not  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost ;— - 

So  guilty,  so  helpless  am  I, 

I  durst  not  confide  in  his  blood, 

Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unless  I  were  sure  he  is  God. 

3  Some  call  him  a  Saviour  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  his  plan, 

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And  hope  he  his  Kelp  will  afford, 
When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can  : 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, 
(A  little  they  own  they  may  fail) 
They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight 
By  casting  his  name  in  the  scale. 

4  Some  style  him  the  pearl  of  great  price, 
And  say  he's  the  fountain  of  joys ; 

Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 
And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys ; 
Like  Judas,  the  Saviour  they  kiss, 
And  while  they  salute  him,  betray ; 
Ah  !  what  will  profession  like  this 
Avail  in  his  terrible  day  ? 

5  If  ask'd  what  of  Jesus  I  think  ? 

Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poor. 

I  say,  he's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store, 

My  shepherd,  my  husband,  my  friend, 

My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall ; 

My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 

My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  all. 

42.   The  Blasted  Fig-tree.  Mark  xi.  20.— n. 

1  One  awful  word  which  Jesus  spoke 

Against  the  tree  which  bore  no  fruit, 
More  piercing  than  the  lightning's  stroke, 
Blasted  and  dried  it  to  the  root. 

2  But  could  a  tree  the  Lord  offend, 

To  make  him  show  his  judgments  thus  } 
He  surely  had  a  farther  end 
To  be  a  warning  word  to  us. 

3  The  fig-tree  by  its  leaves  was  known, 

But  having  not  a  fig  to  show, 
It  brought  a  heavy  sentence  down, 
"  Let  none  hereafter  on  thee  grow." 

4  Too  many,  who  the  gospel  hear, 

Whom  Satan  binds  and  sin  deceives, 
We  to  this  fig-tree  may  compare, 
They  yield  no  fruit,  but  only  leaves. 


5  Knowledge,  and  zeal,  and  gifts,  and  talk, 

Unless  combin'd  with  faith  and  love, 
And  witness'd  by  a  gospel-walk, 
Will  not  a  true  profession  prove. 

6  Without  the  fruit  the  Lord  expects, 

Knowledge  will  make  our  state  the  worse  ; 
The  barren  trees  he  still  rejects, 

And  soon  will  blast  them  with  his  curse. 

7  O  Lord,  unite  our  hearts  in  pray'r  1 

On  each  of  us  thy  spirit  send, 
That  we  the  fruits  of  grace  may  bear, 
And  find  acceptance  in  the  end. 

43.  Martha  and  Mary.  Luke  x.  38 — 42. — x, 

1  Martha  her  love  and  joy  express'd, 
By  care  to  entertain  her  guest ; 
"While  Mary  sat  to  hear  her  Lord, 
And  could  not  bear  to  lose  a  word, 

2  The  principle  in  both  the  same, 
Produced  in  each  a  difPrent  aim ; 
The  one  to  feast  the  Lord  was  led, 
The  other  waited  to  be  fed. 

3  But  Mary  chose  the  better  part, 

Her  Saviour's  words  refreshed  her  heart ; 
"While  busy  Martha  angry  grew, 
And  lost  her  time,  and  temper  too. 

4  With  warmth  she  to  her  sister  spoke, 
But  brought  upon  herself  rebuke  : 

"  One  thing  is  needful,  and  but  one, 
WThy  do  thy  thoughts  on  many  run  ?" 

5  How  oft  are  we  like  Martha  vex'd, 
Encumber'd,  hurried,  and  perplex'd  ? 
While  trifles  so  engross  our  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot. 

6  Lord,  teach  us  this  one  thing  to  choose, 
Which  they  who  gain  can  never  lose  ; 
Sufficient  in  itself  alone, 

And  needful,  were  the  world  our  own. 


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7  Let  grov'ling  hearts  the  world  admire, 
Thy  love  is  all  that  I  require  ! 
Gladly  I  may  the  rest  resign, 
If  the  one  needful  thing  be  mine. 

44.   The  Disciples  at  Sea.  John  vi.  16 — 21. — 

1  Constraint  by  their  Lord  to  embark, 

And  venture  without  him  to  sea, 
The  season  tempestuous  and  dark, 

How  griev'd  the  disciples  must  be ! 
But  though  he  remain'd  on  the  shore, 

He  spent  the  night  for  them  in  pray'r ; 
They  still  were  as  safe  as  before, 

And  equally  under  his  care. 

2  They  strove,  though  in  vain,  for  a  while, 

The  force  of  the  waves  to  withstand  ; 
But  when  they  were  wearied  with  toil, 

They  saw  their  dear  Saviour  at  hand  ;-- 
They  gladly  receiv'd  him  on  board, 

His  presence  their  spirits  reviv'd; 
The  sea  became  calm  at  his  word, 

And  soon  at  their  port  they  arriv'd. 

3  We,  like  the  disciples,  are  toss'd 

By  storms,  on  a  perilous  deep  ; 
.    And  like  them,  we  cannot  be  lost, 

For  Jesus  has  charge  of  the  ship ; — 
Though  billows  and  winds  are  enrag'd, 
And  threaten  to  make  us  their  sport, 
This  pilot  his  word  has  engag'd 
To  bring  us  in  safety  to  port. 

4  Yet,  Lord,  we  are  ready  to  shrink, 

Unless  we  thy  presence  perceive  ; 
Oh,  save  us  (we  cry)  or  we  sink, 

We  would,  but  we  cannot,  believe! 
The  night  has  been  long  and  severe, 

The  winds  and  the  seas  are  still  high, 
Dear  Lord,  we  beseech  thee,  appear, 

And  say  to  our  souls,  "  It  is  I." 


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45  Will  ye  also  go  aivay?  John,  vi.  67,  69. — ar, 

1  When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 

(Alas !  what  numbers  do  !) 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
M Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too  ?" 

2  Ah,  Lord,  with  such  a  heart  as  mine* 

Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 
I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  decline, 
And  prove  like  them  at  last. 

3  Yet  thou  alone  hast  pow'r,  I  know, 

To  save  a  wretch  like  me  ; 
To  whom,  or  whither,  could  I  go, 
If  I  should  turn  from  thee  ? 

4  Beyond  a  doubt  I  rest  assur'd 

Thou  art  the  Christ  of  God, 
Who  hast  eternal  life  secur'd 
By  promise  and  by  blood. 

5  The  help  of  men  and  angels  join'd 

Could  never  reach  my  case; 
Nor  can  I  hope  relief  to  find, 
But  in  thy  boundless  grace. 

6  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest, 

And  bid  my  fears  depart; 
No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest, 
And  satisfy  my  heart. 

7  What  anguish  has  that  question  stirr'd,- — 

If  I  will  also  go  ? 
Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word 
I  humbly  answer,   "No." 

46.  Lovest  thou  me?    John  xxi.  16. — c. 

i  Hark  !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, — 

'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word; 

Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee; 

if  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 
2  I  deliver'd  thee  when  bound, 

And,  when  bleeding,  heal'dthy  wound; 

Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 

Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 
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3  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be, — 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore, 

Oh,  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  \ 

47.   On  the  same  subject. — *r. 

1  'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought, — 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull,  this  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Pray'r  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do, 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

5  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all. 


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6  Could  I  joy,  his  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorred, 
Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

7  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case ! 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun, 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

8  Let  .me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  1  love  at  all,  I  pray; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

48.   The  Death  of  Stephen.  Acts  vii.  54—60. — £. 

1  As  some  tall  rock  amidst  the  waves, 
The  fury  of  the  tempest  braves, 
While  the  fierce  billows  tossing  high, 
Break  at  its  foot  and  murm'ring  die  :-— 

2  Thus  they,  who  in  the  Lord  confide, 
Though  foes  assault  on  ev'ry  side, 
Cannot  be  mov'd  or  overthrown, 
For  Jesus  makes  their  cause  his  own, 

3  So  faithful  Stephen,  undismay'd, 
The  malice  of  the  Jews  survey'd ; 
The  holy  joy  which  fill'd  his  breast5 
A  lustre  on  his  face  impress'd. 

4  "  Behold!   (he  said)  the  world  of  light 
Is  open'd  to  my  strengthen'd  sight; 
My  glorious  Lord  appears  in  view, 
That  Jesus  whom  ye  lately  slew." 

5  With  such  a  friend  and  witness  near, 
No  form  of  death  could  make  him  fear ; 
Calm  amidst  showers  of  stones  he  kneels. 
And  only  for  his  murd'rers  feels. 

6  May  we,  by  faith,  perceive  thee  thus, 
Dear  Saviour,  ever  near  to  us ! 

This  sight,  our  peace  throogh  life  shall  keep, 
And  death  be  fearM  no  more  than  sleep. 


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49.  Salvation  drawing  nearer,     Rom.  xiii.  11.— 

1  Darkness  overspreads  us  here, 

But  the  night  wears  fast  away; 
Jacob's  star  will  soon  appear, 

Leading  on  eternal  day ! 
Now  'tis  time  to  rouse  from  sleep, 

Trim  our  lamps,  and  stand  prepar'd, 
For  our  Lord  strict  watch  to  keep, 

Lest  he  find  us  off  our  guard. 

2  Let  his  people  courage  take, 

Bear  with  a  submissive  mind 
All  they  suffer  for  his  sake, 

Rich  amends  they  soon  will  find  : 
He  will  wipe  away  their  tears, 

Near  himself  appoint  their  lot; 
All  their  sorrows,  pains,  and  fearsj 

Quickly  then  will  be  forgot. 

3  Sinners,  what  can  you  expect, 

You  who  now  the  Saviour  dare  ? 
Break  his  laws,  his  grace  reject, 

You  must  stand  before  his  bar. 
Tremble,  lest  he  say,  Depart ! 

Oh  !  the  horrors  of  that  sound ! 
Lord,  make  ev'ry  careless  heart 

Seek  thee  while  thou  may'st  be  found. 

50.   The  Fashion  of  this  World  passeth  aiuay. 
1  Cor.  vii.  31.— k. 

1  Though  all  these  things  substantial  seem, 
The  world  itself  is  but  a  dream, 

And  soon  must  pass  away  i 
The  things  that  variously  employ, — 
That  yield  us  either  grief  or  joy, 

Must  see  their  final  day. 

2  How  sweet  to  have  our  portion  there, 
Where  sorrow  never  comes,  nor  care, — 

And  nothing  will  remove; 
We  then  may  hear,  without  a  sigh, 
The  world's  destruction  to  be  nigh;— - 

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3  How  sweet  to  know  the  Saviour's  name, 
The  Saviour  who  in  mercy  came, 

And  vanquish'd  all  our  foes  : 
On  him,  as  on  a  solid  rock, 
Our  hope  is  built,  and  stands  the  shock 

Of  ev'ry  storm  that  blows. 

4  Then  let  a  world  of  shadows  go, — 
It  matters  not,  his  people  know 

Their  treasure  still  is  sure  ; 
'Tis  laid  up  there  where  nothing  fadeB, 
No  rust  consumes,  no  thief  invades. — 

And  thus  it  is  secure. 

51.  May  the  Grace,  &c.    2  Cor.  xiii.  14. — Jr. 
May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favour, 

Rest  upon  us  from  above. 
Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord; 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

52.    Contentment,  Phil.  iv.  11. — it. 

1  Fierce  pass:ons  discompose  the  mind, 

As  tempests  vex  the  sea  : 
But  calm  content,  and  peace  we  find, 
When,  Lord,  we  turn  to  thee. 

2  In  vain,  by  reason  and  by  rule, 

We  try  to  bend  the  will; 
For  none  but  in  the  Saviour's  school 
Can  learn  the  heav'nly  skill. 

3  Since  at  his  feet  my  soul  has  sat 

His  gracious  words  to  hear, 
Contented  with  my  present  state, 
I  cast  on  him  my  care. 

4  "  Art  thou  a  sinner,  soul  ?  (he  said) 

Then  how  canst  thou  complain  P 
How  light  thy  troubles  here,  if  weighed 
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5  If  thou  of  murm'ring  wouldst  be  cur'd, 

Compare  thy  griefs  with  mine,— 
Think  what  my  love  for  thee  endur'd, 
And  thou  wilt  not  repine. 

6  *Tis  I  appoint  thy  daily  lot, 

And  I  do  all  things  well; 
Thou  soon  shalt  leave  this  wretched  spots 
And  rise  with  me  to  dwell. 

7  In  life  my  grace  shall  strength  supply, 

Proportion'd  to  thy  day ; 
At  death  thou  still  shalt  find  me  nigh, 
To  wipe  thy  tears  away." 

8  Thus  I,  who  once  my  wretched  days 

In  vain  repining  spent, 
Taught  in  my  Saviour's  school  of  grace, 

Have  learn'd  to  be  content. 
53.   To  wait  for  his  Son  from  Heaven.     1.  Thes. 
10.— K. 
1  To  wait  for  that  important  day, 
When  Jesus  will  his  power  display, 

Be  this  my  one  great  care : 
To  do  his  will,  my  business  here; 
No  toil  to  shun,  no  danger  fear; 

Resolv'd  his  cross  to  share. 
Should  men  pronounce  me  fool,  and  say, 
I  never  need  expect  the  day, 

And  all  are  fools  who  do; 
Their  word  i  never  can  receive, 
For  well  I  know  whom  I  believe; 

I  know  his  word  is  true. 

3  Though  he  should  still  prolong  his  stay, 
And  sinners  mock  at  the  delay, 

His  people  need  not  fear  : 
The  man  who  wore  the  crown  of  thorns, 
Whose  claim  the  world  rejects  and  scorns^ 

In  glory  will  appear. 

4  Bright  angels  shall  attend  their  king, 
And  heaven  with  acclamations  ring, 

When  Jesus  comes  with  clouds : 


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Methinks  T  see  the  dazzling  train,— 
It  seems  to  fill  yon  azure  plain 
With  heaven's  exulting-  clouds. 

5  Transported  with  the  glorious  sight, 
My  soul  prepares  her  wings  for  flight, 

Resigning  all  below. 
But,  ah  !  the  charm  is  quickly  past, 
She  feels  a  chain  that  holds  her  fast, 

Nor  suffers  her  to  go. 

6  Be  patient  then  my  soul  and  rest, 
Be  sure  the  Saviour's  time  is  best, 

And  cannot  be  too  late. 
Rejoice  in  hope,  the  day  will  come 
When  Jesus  shall  convey  thee  home; 

Till  then  in  patience  wait. 

54.    Old  Testament  Gospel.  Heb.  iv.  2. — e. 

1  Israel  in  ancient  days, 

Not  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn'd  the  g^ospel  too; 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass, 
In  which  the)'  saw  a  Saviour's  face. 

2  The  paschal  sacrifice, 

And  blood-besprinkled  door, 
Seen  with  enlightened  eyes, 

And  once  applied  with  pow'r, 
Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood 
To  reconcile  mankind  to  God. 

3  The  lamb,  the  dove,  set  forth 

His  perfect  innocence, 
Whose  blood  of  matchless  worth 

Should  be  trie  soul's  defence; 
For  he  who  can  for  sin  atone, 
Must  have  no  failings  of  his  own. 

4  The  scape-g-oat  on  his  head 

The  people's  trespass  bore, 
And  to  the  desert  led, 

Was  to  be  seen  no  more  : — 
In  him  our  surety  seem'd  to  say, 
"  Behold,  1  bear  your  sins  away." 


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5  Dipt  in  his  fellow's  blood, 

The  living  bird  went  free; 
The  type  well  understood, 

Express'd  the  sinner's  plea, — 
Describ'd  a  guilty  soul  enlarg'd, 
And  by  a  Saviour's  death  discharged , 

6  Jesus,  I  love  to  trace, 

Throughout  thy  sacred  page, 
The  footsteps  of  thy  grace, 

The  same  in  ev'ry  age  ! 
Oh  grant  that  1  may  faithful  be, 
To  clearer  light  vouchsafed  to  me. 

55.  Exhorting  one  another  daily.  Heb.  x.  25. — K, 

1  While  in  the  world  we  still  remain, 
We  only  meet  to  part  again; 

But  when  we  reach  the  heav'nly  shore, 
We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  The  hope  that  we  should  see  that  day, 
Should  chase  our  present  griefs  away: 
A  few  short  years  of  conflict  past, 
We  meet  around  the  throne  at  last. 

3  Then  let  us  here  improve  our  hours, 
Improve  them  to  a  Saviour's  praise  ; 
To  him  wiih  zeal  devote  our  pow'rs, 
And  run  with  joy  in  wisdom's  ways. 

4  Let  all  our  meetings  now  be  made 
Subservient  to  each  other's  good; 
For  worldly  joys  must  quickly  fade, 
Nor  can  they  yield  substantial  food. 

4  When'er  requir'd  to  part  from  those, 
With  whom  the  truth  unites  us  here, 
We'll  call  to  mind  the  joyful  close, 
When  Christ  the  Saviour  will  appear, 

6  Then  shall  his  saints  all  meet  again, 
For  so  his  word  of  promise  says; 
With  him  for  ever  to  remain, 
And  sing  his  everlasting  praise. 


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56.  Looking  unto  Jesus.  Heb.  xii.  2. — ir. 

1  By  various  maxims,  forms  and  rules, 
That  pass  for  wisdom  in  the  schools, 
I  strove  my  passion  to  restrain, 

But  all  my  efforts  prov'd  in  vain. 

2  But  since  the  Saviour  I  have  known, 
My  rules  are  all  reduc'd  to  one, — 
To  keep  my  Lord,  by  faith,  in  view; 
This  strength  supplies,  and  motives  too. 

3  I  see  him  lead  a  suffering*  life, 
Patient  amidst  reproach  and  strife  ; 
And  from  his  pattern  courage  take, 
To  bear  and  suffer  for  his  sake'. 

4  Upon  the  cross  I  see  him  bleed, 
And  by  the  sight  from  guilt  am  freed; 
This  sight  destroys  the  life  of  sin, 
And  quickens  heav'nly  life  within. 

5  To  look  to  Jesus  as  lie  rose, 
Confirms  my  faith,  disarms  my  foes; 
Satan  I  shame  and  overcome, 

By  pointing  to  my  Saviour's  tomb. 

6  Exalted  on  his  glorious  throne, 

I  see  him  make  my  cause  his  own ; 
Then  all  my  anxious  cares  subside, 
For  Jesus  lives,  and  will  provide. 

7  I  see  him  look  with  pity  down, 

And  hold  in  view  the  conqueror's  crown; 
If  press'd  with  griefs  and  cares  before, 
My  soul  revives  and  asks  for  more. 

8  By  faith  I  see  the  hour  at  hand, 
"When  in  his  presence  1  shall  stand; 
Then  it  will  be  my  endless  bliss, 
To  see  him  where,  and  as  he  is, 

57,  And  God  shall  -wipe  aivay  all  Tears  from  their 
Eyes.     liev.  vii.  17. — k. 

1  Ye  saints,  whose  teal's  now  often  flow, 
(And  will  while  you  are  here  below) 
Rejoice  that  in  a  few  short  years, 
Your  God  will  wipe  away  your  tears, 


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2  Your  conflicts  then  will  end  in  peace^ 
And  every  cause  of  sorrow  cease ; 
The  purest  joys  will  fill  your  hearts, 
Such  joys  as  God  himself  imparts. 

3  When  landed  on  the  heavenly  shore, 
You'll  see  your  enemies  no  more  ; 
The  limit  of  their  power  is  such, 
That  sacred  place  they  cannot  touch 

4  "  An  evil  heart  of  unbelief," 
Will  then  no  more  occasion  grief; 
And  base  desires  of  flesh  and  mind 
For  ever  will  be  left  behind. 

5  'Tis  thus  the  Lord  has  fix'd  a  day, 
To  wipe  his  people's  tears  away ! 
Their  toils,  and  grief,  and  conflicts  past, 
He'll  bring  them  to  himself  at  last. 

6  O!  happy  state,  where  purest  joy 
For  ever  reigns  without  alloy  ! 

O !  happy  saints,  who  then  shall  prove 
The  fulness  of  this  joy  above ! 

58.  Blessed  are  the  Dead  which  Die  in  the  Lord, 
Rev.  xiv.  13 — k. 

1  Hark,  a  voice  !  it  cries  from  heaven: 

"Happy  in  the  Lord  who  die  !" 
Happy  they  to  whom  'tis  given, 

From  a  world  of  grief  to  fly: 
They  indeed  are  truly  blest ; 
From  their  labour  then  they  rest. 

2  All  their  toils  and  conflicts  over, 

Lo !  they  dwell  with  Christ  above: 
O  wh:>t  glories  they  discover 

In  the  Saviour  whom  they  love ! 
Now  they  see  him  face  to  face, 
Him  who  sav'd  them  by  his  grace* 

3  'Tis  enough,  enough  for  ever, 

'Tis  his  people's  bright  reward; 
They  indeed  are  blest,  who  never 

Shall  be  absent  from  the  Lord, 
O  that  we  may  die  like  those 
Who  in  Jesus  then  repose ! 


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59,  "He  that  ovevcometh  shall  inherit  all  Thi?ig$" 

Rev.  xxi.  7. — k. 

1  If  our  warfare  be  laborious, 

Soon  the  strife  will  reach  a  close: 
Hest  is  sweet,  secure,  and  glorious, 
That  from  prcsp'rous  warfare  flows: 

Doubly  precious, 
After  labour,  is  repose. 

2  Once  our  choice  was  peace  inglorious  ; 

Then  we  yielded  to  our  foes: 
Warfare  now  the  most  laborious, 

Ev'n  with  all  its  toils  we  chooses 
Glorious  warfare! 
Leading  to  secure  repose. 

3  Are  there  many  foes  before  us, 

Standing  to  oppose  our  way  ? 
Yet  they  shall  not  overpow'r  us ; 
This  with  boldness  we  may  say: 

Since  Jehovah 
Keeps  his  people  night  and  day, 

4  Are  we  blind  and  prone  to  error  ? 

God  vouchsafes  to  be  our  guide. 
Are  we  faint,  and  full  of  terror  ? 
He  himself  is  on  our  side. 

'Tis  sufficient: 
God  our  Saviour  will  provide. 

5  When  through  him  we  prove  victorious, 

Then  will  strife  and  labour  cease ; 
Then  our  triumph  will  be  glorious, 
Then  his  people  dwell  at  ease; 

And  their  port^n 
Will  be  everlasting  peace. 

60.  Bright  and  Morning  Star.  Rev.  xxii.  16. — b 

1  Ye  worlds  of  light  that  roll  so  near 

The  Saviour's  throne  of  shining  bliss  ; 
Oh  !  tell  how  mean  your  glories  are, 
How  faint  and  few,  compar'cl  w;th  his, 

2  We  sing  the  bright  and  morning  star, 

.^sus  the  spring  of  light  and  love  : 


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See  how  its  rays,  diffus'd  from  far, 
Conduct  us  to  the  realms  above  ! 
Its  cheering'  beams  spread  wide  abroad, 
Point  out  the  doubtful  Christian's  way; 
Still  r.s  he  goes,  he  finds  the  road 
"Enlighten'd  with  a  constant  day. 
(Thus  when  the  eastern  magi  brought 
Their  spicy  gifts,  a  star  appcar'd, 
To  guide  them  to  the  good  they  sought — 
To  keep  them  from  the  ill  they  fear'd.) 
O  joy  !  to  reach  that  heavenly  place, 
From  darkness,  as  from  sorrow  far, 
Where  through  the  boundless  fields  of  space 
For  ever  shines  the  morning  star. 


THE    POWER,    LOVE,    AND    WISDOM    OF    GOD. THE    RE- 
DEEMER.  THE      SPIRIT. PRAISE,       PRAYER,        AND 

"WORSHIP. CONFLICT. COMFORT. CHRISTIAN  GRA 

CES. OCCASIONAL  SUBJECTS. 


THE  POWER,  LOVE,   AND  WISDOM  OF  GOD. 


1.   The  Lord  our  Light. 
O  God,  my  sun,  thy  blissful  rays 

Can  warm,  rejoice,  and  guide  my  heart: 
How  dark,  how  mournful  are  my  days, 

If  thine  enlivening  beams  depart ! 
Scarce  through  the  shades  a  glimpse  of  day 

Appears  to  these  desiring  eyes  ; 
But  shall  my  drooping  spirits  say, 

The  cheerful  morn  will  never  rise  ? 
O  let  me  not  despairing  mourn, 

Though  gloomy  darkness  spreads  the  sky; 
My  glorious  sun  will  yet  return, 

And  night  with  all  its  horrors  fly. 


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4  O  for  the  bright,  the  joyful  day. 
When  hope  shall  in  fruition  die  ! 
As  tapers  lose  their  feeble  ray, 
Beneath  the  sun's  refulgent  eye. 

2.   The  Wisdom  of  God. 

1  Wait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will; 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still ! 
Nor  let  a  murm'ring  thought  arise  ; 
His  ways  are  just,  his  councils  wise, 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work — the  cause  conceals  ^ 
But  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  In  heaven,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seass 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees ; 

And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confest, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 

4  Wait  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat ; 
And  'midst  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

3.   On  Providence. 

1  Thy  ways,  O  Lord,  with  wise  design, 

Are  fram'd  upon  thy  throne  above, 
And  every  dark  and  bending  line, 
Meets  in  the  centre  of  thy  love. 

2  With  feeble  light,  and  half  obscure, 

Poor  mortals  thy  arrangements  view; 
Not  knowing  that  the  least  are  sure, 
And  the  mysterious,  just  and  true. 

3  Thy  flock,  thy  own  peculiar  care, 

Though  now  they  seem  to  roam  uney'cj, 
Are  led  or  driven  only  where 
They  best  or  safest  may  abide. 

4  They  neither  know  nor  trace  the  way ; 

But,  trusting  to  thy  piercing  eye, 
None  of  their  feet  to  ruin  stray, 
Nor  shall  the  weakest  fail  or  die, 
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5  Myfavour'd  soul  shall  meekly  learn 
To  lay  her  reason  at  thy  throne ; 
Too  weak  thy  secrets  to  discern, 
I'll  trust  thee  for  my  guide  alone. 

4.   The  Lord  our  Refuge. — s. 

1  Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 

On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal, 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But,  O,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

1  fear  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  r 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee. 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

5  Thy  mercy  seat  is  open  still ; 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat ; 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will ; 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

5.   The  Lord  our  Guide. 

1  Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land, 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 

2  Open,  Lord,  the  sacred  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow,; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Death  and  Satan's  mighty  victor, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side* 


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6.   The  Lord  our  Dependence, 

1  God  of  love,  that  nearest  the  prayer, 
Kindly  for  thy  people  care  ; 

Who  on  thee  alone  depend, 
Love  us,  save  us,  to  the  end. 

2  Save  us  in  the  prosperous  hour, 
From  the  flattering  tempter's  power ; 
From  his  unsuspected  wiles, 

From  the  world's  pernicious  smiles. 

3  Cut  off  our  dependence  vain 
On  the  help  of  feeble  man  ; 
Every  arm  of  flesh  remove, 
Stay  us  on  thy  only  love. 

4  Men  of  worldly,  low  design, 
Let  not  these  thy  people  join, 
Draw  us  from  our  trust  in  Thee, 
Poison  our  simplicity. 

5  Save  us  from  the  great  and  v. 
Till  they  sink  in  their  own  eyes, 
Tamely  to  thy  yoke  submit, 
Lay  their  honour  at  thy  feet. 

6  Never  let  the  world  break  in, 
Fix  a  mighty  gulf  between, 
Keep  us  little  and  unknown, 
Priz'd  and  lov'd  by  God  alone. 

7  Let  us  still  to  thee  look  up, 

Thee,  thy  Israel's  strength  and  hope  , 
Nothing  know,  nor  seek  beside 
Jesus,  and  Him  crucified. 

8  Far  above  all  mortal  things, 
Look  we  down  on  earthly  kings  ; 
Taste  our  glorious  liberty; 
Find  our  happy  all  in  thee. 

7.   The  Greatness  and  Condescension  of  God. — m. 
1  Immortal  King !  through  earth's  wide  frame, 
How  great  thy  honour,  praise,  and  name  ; 
Whose  reign  o'er  distant  worlds  extends, 
Whose  glory  heaven's  vast  height  transcends. 


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2  When  wrapt  in  thought  with  wakeful  eye, 
We  view  the  wonders  of  the  sky  ; 
Whose  frame  thy  fingers,  o'er  our  head, 
In  rich  magnificence  have  spread  : 

3  The  silent  moon,  with  waxing  horn, 
Along  th'  etherial  region  borne  ; 
The  stars  with  vivid  lustre  crown'd, 
That  nightly  walk  their  destin'd  round: 

4  Lord,  what  is  man,  that  in  thy  care 
His  humble  lot  should  find  a  share ; 
Or  what  the  son  of  man,  that  Thou 
Thus  to  his  wants  thy  ear  should'st  bow  ? 

5  Subjected  to  his  feet  by  thee, 

To  him  all  nature  bows  the  knee  ; 
The  beasts  in  him  their  Lord  behold, 
The  grazing  herd,  the  bleating  fold  ; 

6  The  fowls  of  various  wing  that  fly 
O'er  the  vast  desert  of  the  sky  ; 
And  all  the  watery  tribes  that  glide 
Through  paths  to  human  sight  deny'd. 

7  Immortal  King  !  through  earth's  wide  frame, 
How  great  thy  honour,  praise,  and  name, 
Whose  reign  o'er  distant  worlds  extends, 
Whose  glory  heav'ns  vast  height  transcends. 

8.  The  Lord  our  Defence. — a. 

1  How  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord  ! 

How  sure  is  their  defence  ! 

Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 

Their  help  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  I  pass'd  unhurt, 
And  breath'd  in  tainted  air. 

3  Thy  mercy  sweeten'd  every  soil, 

Made  every  region  please  ; 
The  hoary  Alpine  hills  it  warm'd, 
And  smoothed  the  Tyrrhene  seas. 


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A  Think;  O  my  soul,  devoutly  think, 
How  with  affrighted  eyes, 
Thou  saw'st  the  wide  extended  deep 
In  all  its  horrors  rise. 

5  Confusion  dwelt  in  every  face, 

And  fear  in  every  heart ; 
When  waves  on  waves,  and  gulfs  on  gulfs, 
O'ercame  the  pilot's  art. 

6  Yet  then  from  all  my  griefs,  O  Lord, 

Thy  mercy  set  me  free  ; 
Whilst,  in  the  confidence  of  prayer, 
My  soul  took  hold  on  thee. 

7  For  though  in  dreadful  whirls  we  hung, 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
I  knew  thou  wert  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

8  The  storm  was  laid,  the  winds  retir'd, 

Obedient  to  their  will; 
The  sea  that  roar'd  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  was  still. 

9  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  death, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  ; 
And  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

10  My  life,  if  thou  preserv'st  my  life, 
Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 
And  death,  if  death  must  be  my  doom, 
Shall  join  my  soul  to  thee. 

9.   The  Lord  oar  Defence. — w. 

1.  Oh  God  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  ; 
2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure  ; 
Sufficient  is  thy  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 


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3  Before  the  hills  in  order  9tood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame  ; 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight, 

Are  like  an  evening  gone ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

5  The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 
Are  carried  downward  by  the  flood, 
And  lost  in  following  years. 

6  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day, 

7  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come ; 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

10.  The  Lord  our  Shepherd. — M\ 

1  To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large, 
Heavenly  shepherd,  lead  thy  charge ; 
And  my  couch,  with  tend'rest  care, 
'Midst  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 

3  Thou  my  soul  anew  shalt  frame, 
And,  thy  mercy  to  proclaim, 
When  through  devious  paths  I  stray, 
Teach  my  steps  the  better  way. 

4  Thou  my  plenteous  board  hast  spread, 
Thou  with  oil  refresh'dmy  head; 
Fill'd  by  thee  my  cup  o'erflows, 

For  thy  love  no  limit  knows. 


5  Constant  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend, 
And  shalt  bid  thy  hallow'd  dome, 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 

11.   The  Eternity  of  God,  and  Man's  Mortality, — *. 

1  Lord,  thou  hast  been  thy  children's  God, 

All-powerful,  wise,  and  good,  and  just, 
In  every  age  their  safe  abode, 

Their  hope,  their  refuge,  and  their  trust. 

2  Before  thy  word  gave  nature  birth, 

Or  spread  the  starry  heavens  abroad, 
Or  form 'd  the  varied  face  of  earth, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God. 

3  Great  Father  of  eternity, 

How  short  are  ages  in  thy  sight; 
A  thousand  years,  how  swift  they  fly, 
Like  one  short  silent  watch  of  night. 

4  Uncertain  life,  how  soon  it  flies  ! 

Dream  of  an  hour,  how  short  our  bloom 
Like  spring's  gay  verdure  now  we  rise, 
Cut  down  ere  night  to  fill  the  tomb. 

5  Teach  us  to  count  our  short'ning  days, 

And,  with  true  diligence,  apply 
Our  heart  to  wisdom's  sacred  ways, 
That  we  may  learn  to  live  and  die 

6  O  make  our  sacred  pleasures  rise, 

In  sweet  proportion  to  our  pains, 
Till  ere  the  sad  remembrance  dies, 
Nor  one  uneasy  thought  complains 

7  (Let  thy  almighty  work  appear 

With  power  and  evidence  divine, 

And  may  the  bliss  thy  servants  share, 

Continued  to  their  children  shine. 

8  Thy  glorious  image,  fair  imprest, 

Let  all  our  hearts  and  lives  declare  ; 
Beneath  thy  kind  protection  blest. 
May  all  our  labours  own  thy  care.) 


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12.  The  Creation.— $. 
Praise  to  th'  Almighty  Lord  of  Heaven  arise, 
Who  fix'd  the  mountains,  and  who  spread  the  skies  5 
Who  o'er  his  works  extends  paternal  care, 
Whose  kind  protection  all  the  nations  share ; 
From  the  glad  climes  whence  morn,  in  beauty  drest, 
Forth  goes  rejoicing  to  the  farthest  west ; 

On  him  alone  their  whole  dependence  lies, 
And  his  rich  mercy  every  want  supplies. 
O  thou  great  Author  of  th'  extended  whole  1 
Revolving  seasons  praise  thee  as  they  roll. 
By  thee,  spring,  summer,  autumn,  winter  rise, — 
Thou  giv'st  the  frowning,  thou  the  smiling  skies  ; 
By  thy  command  the  soft'ning  show'r  distils, 
Till  genial  warmth  the  teeming  furrow  nils  ; 
Then  fav'ring  sunshine  o'er  the  clime  extends, 
And  blest  by  thee,  the  verdant  blade  ascends  : 
Next  spring's  gay  products  clothe  the  flow'ry  hills, 
And  joy  the  wood,  and  joy  the  valley  fills  ; 
Then  soon  thy  bounty  swells  the  golden  ear, 
And  bids  the  harvest  crown  the  fruitful  year  : 
Thus  all  thy  works  conspicuous  worship  raise, 
And  nature's  face  proclaims  her  Maker's  praise. 

13.  The  Creation. — 0. 

1  Begin  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay, 
Let  each  enraptur'd  thought  obey, 

And  praise  th'  Almighty's  name  ; 
Lo !  heav'n  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert,  rise 

To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 

2  Ye  fields  of  light,  celestial  plains, 
Where  gay  transporting  beauty  reigns, 

Ye  scenes  divinely  fair  ! 
Your  Maker's  wond'rous  power  proclaim, 
Tell  how  he  form'd  your  stirring  frame, 

And  breath'd  the  fluid  air. 

3  Ye  angels  catch  the  thrilling  sound, 
While  all  th'  adoring  thrones  around 

His  boundless  mercy  sing ; 
Let  every  listening  saint  above* 


Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love5 
And  touch  the  sweetest  string*. 

4  Join,  ye  loud  spheres,  ye  vocal  choir ; 
Thou  dazzling  orb  of  liquid  fire 

The  mighty  chorus  aid ! 
Soon  as  gray  ev'ning  gilds  the  plain, 
Thou  moon  protract  the  melting  strain3 

And  praise  him  in  the  shade. 

5  Thou  heav'n  of  heavens,  his  vast  abode, 
Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  forming  God, 

Who  called  yon  worlds  from  night : 
"  Ye  shades  disperse,"  th'  Eternal  said  ; 
At  once  th'  involving  darkness  fled, 

And  nature  sprung  to  light. 

6  Whate'er  a  blooming  world  contains, 
That  wings  the  air,  that  skims  the  plains. 

United  praise  bestow  : 
Ye  dragons,  sound  his  awful  name 
To  heaven  aloud,  and  roar  acclaim; 

Ye  swelling  deeps  below  ; 

7  Let  every  element  rejoice  ; 

Ye  thunders,  burst  with  awful  voice, 

To  Him  who  bade  you  roll : 
His  praise  in  soften'd  notes  declare, 
Each  whispVmg  breeze  of  yielding"  air. 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul : 

S  To  Him,  ye  graceful  cedars  bow  ; 
Ye  towering  mountains  bending  low, 

Your  great  Creator  own  ; 
Tell,  when  affrighted  nature  shook, 
How  Sinai  kindled  at  his  look, 

And  trembled  at  his  frown. 
9  Ye  flocks  that  haunt  the  humble  vale, 
Ye  insects  flutt'ring  on  the  gale, 

In  mutual  concert  rise  : 
Crop  the  gay  rose's  vermeil  bloom, 
And  waft  its  spoils  a  sweet  perfume. 

lu  incense  to  the  skies. 


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10  Wake,  all  ye  mountain  tribes,  and  sing ; 
Ye  plumy  warblers  of  the  spring-, 

Harmonious  anthems  raise 
To  him  who  shaped  your  finer  mould, 
Who  tipp'd  your  glitt'ring  wings  with  gold, 

And  tun'd  your  voice  to  praise. 

11  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  sway'd, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  judging  head, 

In  heavenly  praise  employ  ; 
Spread  his  tremendous  name  around, 
Till  heaven's  broad  arch  rings  back  the  sound, 

The  general  burst  of  joy. 


THE  REDEEMER. 


14.  On  the  Birth  of  Jesus. 

1  Come,  thou  long-expected  Jesus, 

Born  to  set  thy  people  free  ; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 

2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art  j 
Dear  desire  of  ev'ry  nation, 
Joy  of  ev'ry  longing  heart ! 

3  Born  thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  king  ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  thy  own  eternal  spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne 

15.  Christ  Manifested. — w 
l>Sfbns  of  men,  behold  him  far, 

hail  the  long-expected  star ! 
Jacob's  star  that  gilds  the  night, 
Guides  bewilder'd  nature  right. 


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2  Fear  not  hence  that  ill  should  flow, 
Wars  or  pestilence  below  j 

Wars  and  tumults  now  must  cease, 
Ushering"  in  the  Prince  of  Peace. 

3  Nations  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Haste  and  own  the  incarnate  God; 
Haste,  for  him  your  hearts  prepare, 
Meet  him  manifested  there. 

4  There  behold  the  day-spring*  rise, 
Pouring- light  on  blinded  eyes; 
God  in  his  own  lig-ht  survey, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

4  Sing,  ye  morning  stars,  again 
God  descends  on  earth  to  reign ; 
Deigns  for  man  his  life  t'employ ; 
Shout,  ye  sons  of  God,  for  joy! 

16.  Praise  of  the  Redeemer. — v. 

1  Jesu,  my  Saviour,  in  thy  face, 
The  essence  lives  of  ev'ry  grace  ; 

All  things  beside,  which  charm  the  sight, 
Are  shadows  tipt  with  glow-worm  light. 

2  Thy  beauty,  Lord,  th?  enraptur'd  eye 
Which  fully  views  it,  first  must  die  ; 
Then  let  me  die,  through  death  to  know 
That  joy  I  seek  in  vain  below, 

17.  Gift  of  God.—B. 

1  Jesus,  who  art  my  soul's  delight, 

For  thee  I  long,  for  thee  I  pray  ; 
Amid  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
Amid  the  business  of  the  day. 

2  When  shall  I  see  thy  glorious  face, — 

That  face  which  I  have  often  seen  .- 
Arise,  thou  Sun  of  righteousness, 
Scatter  the  clouds  that  intervene. 

3  Thou  art  the  glorious  gift  of  God 

To  sinners  weary  and  distrest ; 
The  first  of  all  his  gifts  bestow'd 
And  certain  pledge  of  all  the  rest. 


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4  Could  I  but  say  this  gift  is  mine, 

I'd  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet ; 
No  more  at  poverty  repine, 

Nor  envy  the  rich  sinner's  state. 

5  The  precious  jewel  I  would  keep, 

And  lodge  it  deep  within  my  heart ; 
At  home,  abroad,  awake,  asleep, 
It  never  should  from  thence  depart. 

18.    Christ  the  Rock  of  Ages. — t. 

1  Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ! 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood 
From  thy  riven  side  which  flow'd, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 

Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power ! 

2  Not  the  labour  of  my  hands, 
Can  fulfil  th}'  law's  demands  ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 

All  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring ; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  thee  for  dress  ; 
Helpless,  look  to  thee  for  grace  ; 

To  the  cleansing  fountain  fly  ; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die  ; 

4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eye-strings  break  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment  throne  : 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

19.  Praise  of  the  Redeemer. — it. 
1  Mighty  God,  while  angels  bless  thee, 
May  an  infant  lisp  thy  name  ? 
Lord  of  men  as  well  as  angels, 
Thou  art  every  creature's  theme. 


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2  Lord  of  every  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days  ; 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation, 
Be  thy  just  and  lawful  praise. 

3  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature, 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought; 
For  created  works  of  power, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought  j 

4  For  thy  providence,  that  governs 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain, 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow; 
Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign. 

5  But  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, 

Dark  through  brightness  all  along ; 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression : 
Who  dare  sing  that  awful  song  ? 

6  Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 

Shall  thy  praise  unutter'd  lie  ? 

Fly,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence; 

Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die. 

7  Did  archangels  sing  thy  coming  ? 

Did  the  shepherds  learn  their  lays  r 
Shame  would  cover  me  ungrateful, 
Should  my  tongue  refuse  to  praise, 
3  From  the  highest  throne  in  glory, 
To  the  cross  of  deepest  wo  ; 
All  to  ransom  guilty  captives  ! 
Flow,  my  praise,  for  ever  flow. 
9  Go,  return,  immortal  Saviour, 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne  ; 
Thence  return  and  reign  for  ever, 
Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own. 

20.    Christ  our  Light. 

1  Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  thy  love  revealing, 
Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath: 

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The  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 
On  our  deepest  darkness  rise  ; 
Scatt'ring  all  the  night  of  nature, 
Pouring'  day-light  on  our  eyes. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing-, 
Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing*  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Ev'ry  poor  benighted  heart ; — 
Come,  and  manifest  the  favour 
God  hath  for  the  ransom'd  race; 
Come,  thou  gracious  God  and  Saviour, 
Come,  and  bring  the  gospel  grace  ! 

3  Save  us  in  thy  great  compassion, 
O  thou  mild,  pacific  Prince; 
Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 
Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins; 

By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Ev'ry  burthen'd  soul  release; 
By  the  shining  of  thy  spirit, 
Guide  us  into  perfect  peace. 

21.    Christ  our  Refuge. 

C.  Wesley  (supposed.) 

1  Jesus,  refuge  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past, 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
There  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 
Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  ah,  leave  me  not  alone, 
Still  support  and  comfort  me  : — 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  staid, 
All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring, 

^,Gover  my  defenceless  head 
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3  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 
Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing-  streams  abound, 
Make  and  keep  me  pure  within  : — 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 
Freely  let  me  take  of  thee; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 
Rise  to  all  eternity. 

22.    Christ  the  one  thing  needful. 

1  Compar'd  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 

No  comeliness  I  see; 
The  one  thing  needful,  gracious  Lord; 
Is  to  be  one  with  thee. 

2  The  sense  of  thine  expiring  love 

Into  my  soul  convey; 
Thyself  bestow — for  thee  alone, 
My  all  in  all,  I  pray. 

3  Less  than  thyself  will  not  suffice 

My  comforts  to  restore; 
More  than  thyself  I  cannot  crave, 
And  thou  canst  give  \\q  more. 

4  Whatever  consists  not  with  thy  love, 

O  teach  me  to  resign  j 
I'm  rich  to  all  th'  intents  of  bliss, 
If  thou,  O  God,  be  mine. 
23.    Christ  our  Quide. — n. 

1  Beset  with  snares  on  ev'ry  hand, 
In  life's  uncertain  path  we  stand; 
Saviour  divine  !  diffuse  thy  light, 

And  guide  our  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

2  Engage  each  weak  and  erring  heart, 
Early  to  choose  the  better  part; 

To  yield  the  trifles  of  a  day, 
For  joys  that  never  fade  away. 
S  Then  should  the  wildest  storms  arise, 
And  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies, — 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  we  fear, 
But  all  our  treasure  with  us  bear. 


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4  If  thou,  our  Saviour,  still  art  nigh, 
Cheerful  we  live,  and  cheerful  die; 
Secure,  when  human  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  words  in  thee. 

24.  Jesus  the  true  Shepherd. — c.  w. 

1  Happy  soul,  who  free  from  harms, 
Rests  within  his  Shepherd's  arms ; 
Who  his  quiet  shall  molest  ? 
Who  shall  violate  his  rest  ? 
Jesus  dotli  his  spirit  bear, 

Jesus  takes  his  ev'ry  care  ; 

He  who  found  the  wand'ring  sheep, 

Loves  and  still  delights  to  keep. 

2  Oh !  that  I  might  so  believe, 
Steadfastly  to  Jesus  cleave; 
Only  on  his  love  rely, 

Smile  at  the  destroyer  nigh  ; — 
Free  from  sin  and  servile  fear, 
Have  my  Saviour  ever  near; 
All  his  care  rejoice  to  prove, 
All  his  paradise  of  love. 

3  Jesus,  seek  thy  wandering  sheep  ; 
Bring  me  back,  and  lead,  and  keep  ; 
Take  on  thee  my  every  care; 

Bear  me,  on  thy  bosom  bear  ; — 
Let  me  know  my  shepherd's  voice, 
More  and  more  in  thee  rejoice ; 
More  and  more  of  thee  receive  ; 
Ever  in  thy  spirit  live: 

4  Live,  till  all  thy  life  I  know, 
Perfect  through  my  Lord,  below  ; 
Gladly  then  from  earth  remove, 
Gathered  to  the  fold  above  ; 

O  that  I  at  last  may  stand 
With  the  sheep  at  thy  right  hand  ; 
Take  the  crown  so  freely  given, 
J&nter  in  by  thee  to  heaven. 


25.   The  Lamb  of  God -which  taketh  away  the  sins  of 
the  World. 

1  Thou  holy  Paschal  Lamb, 

Whose  blood  for  us  was  shed, 
Through  whom  we  out  of  Egypt  came, 
Thy  ransom'd  people  led. 

2  Angel  of  Gospel  grace, 

Fulfil  thy  character 
To  guard  and  feed  thy  chosen  race, 
In  Israel's  camp  appear. 

3  Throughout  the  desert  way, 

Conduct  us  by  thy  light  : 
Be  thou  a  cooling  shade  by  day, 
A  cheering  fire  by  night. 

4  Our  fainting  souls  sustain, 

With  blessings  from  above, 
And  ever  on  thy  people  rain 
The  manna  of  thy  love. 

26.    Christ  the  good  Shepherd. — k. 

1  Jesus,  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep  ! 
Thy  "  little  flock"  in  safety  keep  ! 

The  flock  for  which  thou  cam'st  from  heav'n,, 
The  flock  for  which  thy  life  was  giv'n ! 

2  Thou  saw'st  them  wand'ring  far  from  thee, 
Secure  as  if  from  danger  free  ; 

Thy  love  did  all  their  wand'rings  trace, 
And  bring  them  to  "  a  wealthy  place." 

3  Oh,  guard  thy  sheep  from  beasts  of  prey, 
And  keep  them  that  they  never  stray; 
Cherish  the  young,  sustain  the  old; 

Let  none  be  feeble  in  thy  fold. 

4  Secure  them  from  the  scorching  beam, 
And  lead  them  to  the  living  stream ; 
In  verdant  pastures  let  them  lie, 

And  watch  them  with  a  shepherd's  eye> 

5  O  may  the  sheep  discern  thy  voice, 
And  in  its  sacred  sound  rejoice; 


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From  strangers  may  they  ever  flee, 
And  know  no  other  guide  but  thee. 
6  Lord,  bring  thy  sheep  that  wander  yet, 
And  let  thy  number  be  complete; 
Then  let  thy  flock  from  earth  remove.. 
And  occupy  the  fold  above. 

27  Christ  the  Physician. — s. 

1  Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made , 

Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure  ? 
In  vain,  alas,  is  nature's  aid; 

The  work  exceeds  all  nature's  power. 

2  And  can  no  sov'reign  balm  be  found  ? 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh, 
To  ease  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound, 
Ere  life  and  hope  for  ever  fly. 

3  There  is  a  great  Physician  near, 

Look  up,  O  fainting  soul,  and  live  ; 
See  in  his  heavenly  smiles  appear 
Such  ease  as  nature  cannot  give. 

4  See  in  the  dying  Saviour's  blood 

Life,  hea'th,  and  bliss,  abundant  flow; 
'Tis  only  this  all-powerful  flood 

Can  ease  thy  pain,  and  heal  thy  wo. 

5  Sin  throws  in  vain  its  pointed  dart, 

For  now  a  sovereign  cure  is  found, — 
A  cordial  for  the  fainting  heart, 
A  balm  for  ev'ry  painful  wound. 

28.    Characters  of  Christ. — w. 

1  The  whole  creation  can  afTord 

But  some  faint  shadows  of  my  Lord; 
Nature  to  make  his  beauties  known 
Must  mingle  colours  not  her  own. 

2  Is  he  a  rock  ?  how  firm  he  proves  ! 
The  rock  of  ages  never  moves  ; 

Yet  the  sweet  streams  that  from  him  flow 
Attend  us  all  the  desert  through. 


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3  Is  he  a  sun  ?  his  beams  are  grace, 
His  course  is  joy  and  righteousness; 
Nations  rejoice,  when  he  appears 

To  chase  their  clouds  and  dry  their  tears. 

4  Is  he  design'd  a  corner  stone, 

For  men  to  build  their  hopes  upon  ? 
I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too, 
Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below. 

5  O  let  me  climb  those  higher  skies, 
Where  storms  and  darkness  never  rise  ; 
There  he  displays  his  powers  abroad, 
And  shines  and  reigns  the  incarnate  God, 

29.   On  the  same  subject. — w. 

1  Go,  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet, 
See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet, 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  express 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 

2  is  he  compar'd  to  wine  or  bread  ? 
Dear  Lord,  our  souls  would  thus  be  fed; 
That  flesh,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 

Is  bread  of  life,  is  heavenly  wine. 
5  Is  he  a  vine  ?  his  heavenly  root 

Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit; 

Oh,  let  a  lasting  union  join 

My  soul  to  Christ  the  living  vine. 

4  Is  he  a  fire  ?  he'll  purge  my  dross, 
But  the  true  gold  sustains  no  loss; 
Like  a  refiner  shall  he  sit, 

And  tread  the  refuse  with  his  feet. 

5  Nor  earth,  nor  seas,  nor  sun,  nor  stars, 
Nor  heaven  his  full  resemblance  bears ; 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 

Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 

30.  On  the  J\fercy  of  Christ. — w\ 
1   With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
And  overflows  with  love. 


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2  Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  meafi, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax*. 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power  ; 
Thus  shall  we  find  delivering-  grace, 
In  every  needful  hour. 

31.  Jesus  the  sanctifier, 

1  Jesus  gives  us  free  repentance, 
By  his  spirit  sent  from  heav'n  ; 
Jesus  whispers  this  sweet  sentence, 
"  Son,  thy  sins  are  all  forgiv'n; — " 
Faith  he  gives  us  to  believe  it, 
Grateful  hearts  his  love  to  prize  ; 
Want  we  wisdom  .?  he  must  give  it 
Hearing  ears  and  seeing  eyes. 

2  Jesus  gives  us  pure  affections, 
Wills  to  do  what  he  requires  ; 
Makes  us  follow  his  directions, 

And  what  he  commands,  inspires  : — ■ 
\    All  our  prayers  and  all  our  praises, 
Rightly  offer' d  in  his  name; 
He  who  dictates  them,  is  Jesus; 
He  who  answers  is  the  same. 

3  Lamb  of  God,  we  fall  before  thee, 
Humbly  trusting  in  thy  cross, 
Thai  alone  be  all  our  glory, 

All  things  else  are  dung  and  dross  :— 


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Thee  we  own  a  perfect  Saviour, 
Endless  source  of  joy  and  love  ; 
Grant  us,  Lord,  thy  constant  favour, 
Till  we  reign  with  thee  above. 

32.  The  Divinity  of  Christ. — c. 

1  My  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all, 

My  praise  shall  climb  to  his  abode ; 
Thee,  Saviour,  by  that  name  I  call, 
The  great  Supreme,  the  mighty  God. 

2  Without  beginning,  or  decline, 

Object  of  faith,  and  not  of  sense ; 
Eternal  ages  saw  him  shine, 
He  shines  eternal  ages  hence. 

3  As  much,  when  in  the  manger  laid, 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  sky, 
As  when  the  six  days'  work  he  made, 
FilPd  all  the  morning  stars  with  joy. 

4  Of  all  the  crowns  Jehovah  bears, 

Salvation  is  his  dearest  claim  ; 
That  gracious  sound  well  pleas'd  he  hears, 
And  owns  Immanuel  for  his  name. 

5  A  cheerful  confidence  I  feel, 

My  well-plac'd  hopes  with  joy  I  see ; 
My  bosom  glows  with  heavenly  zeal 
To  worship  him  who  died  for  me. 

6  As  man  he  pities  my  complaint, 

His  power  and  truth  are  all  divine ; 
He  will  not  fail,  he  cannot  faint, 
Oh !  be  his  endless  favour  mine. 

33.  Not  ashamed  of  Christ,— -g. 
1  Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashanVd  of  thee  ! 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ? 
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2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening"  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon  ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus,  that  dear  friend, 

On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  I 
No  ;  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame „ 
That  I  no  "more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away  ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save* 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain, 
And  O  !  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me  ! 

34.   The  Example  of  Christ.—*, 

1  Behold  where  in  a  mortal  form 

Appears  each  grace  divine  ; 
The  virtues  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  The  largest  love  of  human  kind 

Inspir'd  his  godlike  breast  ; 
In  deeds  of  mercy,  words  of  peace, 
His  kindness  was  express'd. 

3  To  spread  the  rays  of  heav'nly  light* 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  ©mploy. 

4  Lowly  in  heart  to  all  his  friends, 

A  friend  and  servant  found, 


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He  wash'd  their  feet,  and  wip'd  their  tears. 
And  heal'd  each  bleeding"  wound. 

5  'Midst  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  he  stood  ; 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life,— 
He  labour'd  for  their  good. 

6  To  God  he  left  his  righteous  cause, 

And  still  his  task  pursued, 
While  humble  prayer  and  holy  faith, 
His  fainting  strength  renew'd. 

7  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress 

Before  his  Father's  throne, 
"With  soul  resign'd  he  bow'd  and  said, 
"  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done." 

8  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide, 

His  image  may  we  bear  ; 
Oh,  may  we  tread  his  sacred  steps, 
And  his  bright  glories  share  ! 

55.    0?i  the  same  subject. — s. 

1  And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ? 

Such  let  our  conversation  be  ; 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

2  Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  and  tongues  to  strife, 
To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  christian  life. 

3  Ah!  how  benevolent  and  kind  ; 

How  mild,  and  read}'  to  forgive  ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

4  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will, 

Was  his  employment  and  delight, 
Humanity  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life,  divinely  bright. 

5  But  ah  !  how  blind  and  weak  we  are  ; 

How  frail !  how  apt  to  turn  aside  ! 


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Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care, 
And  ask  thy  spirit  for  our  guide. 
6  Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  be ; 

Make  us  by  thy  transforming  grace, 
Dear  Saviour,  daily  more  like  thee. 

36.   The  Christian's  fellowship  -with  Christ, 

1  How  blest  the  union,  how  divine, 

That  saints  with  Jesus  share  ; 
In  sacred  fellowship  combin'd, 
And  guarded  by  his  care. 

2  As  branches  growing  from  the  tree, 

Thence  nourishment  derive ; 
By  sweet  communion,  Lord,  with  thee, 
Thy  faithful  followers  live 

3  But  if  we  cease  from  being  thine, 

No  life  we  then  can  know  ; 
As  branches  pluck'd  from  off  the  vine, 
Lie  withering  below. 

4  Oh,  may  we  still  in  Christ  abide, 

Nor  e'er  from  him  remove  ; 

Thus  shall  we  richly  be  supplied 

With  blessings  from  above. 

37.  Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  Hail,  thou  once  despised  Jesus ; 

Hail !  thou  Galilean  King  ! 
Thou  dicjst  suffer  to  release  us, 
Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 

2  Hail,  thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour, 

Who: hast  borne  our  sin  and  shame, 
By  yMjjjfee  merits  we  find  favour, 
Lijpis  given  through  thy  name. 

3  Still  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

"  Spare  them  yet  another  year  ;" 
Thou  for  saints  art  interceding, 
Till  in  glory  they  appear. 


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4  Worship,  honour,  pow'r,  and  blessing* 

Christ  is  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing", 
Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 

5  Help  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 

Bring-  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays  ; 
Help  to  sing"  our  Saviour's  merits  ; 
Help  to  chaunt  ImmanueFs  praise. 

38.   The  Star  of  Bethlehem. — h.  k.  w. 

1  When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train', 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud, — the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd, — and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  foundering  bark. 
i  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck  I  ceas'd  the  tide  to  stem  ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 

It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease, 
And  through  the  storm  an  <>  dangers'  thrall 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moor'd — my  perils  o'er — 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Tor  ever  and  for  evermore, 

The  star,  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

39.   The  fold  of  Christ.— c.  w. 
1  Thou  shepherd  of  Israel,  divine, 
The  joy  and  desire  of  my  heart, 
For  closer  communion  I  pine, 
I  long  to  reside  where  thou  art ; 
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The  pasture  I  languish  to  find, 

Where  all  who  their  Shepherd  obey, 

Are  fed,  on  thy  bosom  reclin'd, 

Are  screen'd  from  the  heat  of  the  day. 

2  Ah  !  show  me  that  happiest  place, 

The  place  of  thy  people's  abode, 
Where  saints  in  an  ecstasy  gaze, 

And  joy  in  the  presence  of  God  : 
Thy  love  for  a  sinner  declare, 

Thy  passion  and  death  on  the  tree  ; 
My  spirit  to  Calvary  bear, 

To  suffer  and  triumph  with  thee. 

3  *Tis  there  with  the  lambs  of  thy  flock, 

There  only  I  covet  to  rest, 
To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock, 

Or  rise  to  be  hid  in  thy  breast; 
'Tis  there  I  would  always  abide, 

And  never  a  moment  depart, 
Conceal'd  in  the  cleft  of  thy  side, 

Eternally  held  in  thy  heart. 


THE  SPIRIT. 

40.  Hymn  to  the  Spirit. 

1  Spirit  of  purity  and  love, 
Descend  with  comfort  from  above  ; 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  wish  preside. 

2  Our  erring  steps  conduct  with  care, 
Far  from  each  sin  or  hurtful  snare  ; 
Thy  faithful  influence  deign  to  give, 
And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 

3  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 
And  ev'ry  needful  grace  convey ; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  ev'ry  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 


4  Lead  us  to  own  the  pleasing  sway 
Of  charity's  benignant  ray ; 

Lead  us  the  wounds  of  life  to  heal, 
And  all  another's  wrongs  to  feel. 

5  Lead  us  to  heav'n,  tho^e  realms  of  joy, 
Where  themes  of  praise  the  soul  employ; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  our  final  rest, 

In  him  to  be  for  ever  blest. 

41.    On  the  Spirit. 

1  Holy  Ghost,  whose  fire  celestial 

Light  and  life  divine  imparts, 
Come,  and  dwell  in  breasts  terrestrial, 

Heav'n  reveal  in  earthly  hearts  : 
Come  and  pour  in  blest  effusion, 

Heav'nly  unction  from  above ; 
Scatt'ring  wide  in  rich  diffusion, 

"  Comfort,  light,  and  fire  of  love." 

2  Keep  thy  church  in  holy  union, 

Foes  remove, — give  peace  at  home  : 
Source  of  peace,  and  sweet  communion, 

Where  thou  dwell'st  no  ill  can  come. 
Teach  us  humbly  to  adore  thee, 

While  on  earth  we  pass  our  days ; 
Thence  transport  our  souls  to  glory, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 
42.  Influence  of  the  Spirit. 

1  Come,  descend,  O  heav'nly  Spirit, 

Fan  each  spark  into  a  flame, 
Blessings  let  us  now  inherit, 

Blessings  that  we  cannot  name  : 
into  pure  devotion  guided, 

May  our  hearts  thy  unction  prove, 
And,  from  earthly  cares  divided, 

Triumph  in  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  Keep  us,  Lord,  in  close  communion, 

Daily  nearer  drawn  to  thee, 
Sinking  in  the  heart-felt  union 
Of  that  holy  mystery  : 


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Keep  us  safe  from  each  delusion, 
Well  protected  from  all  harms, 

Free  from  sin  and  all  confusion, 
Circle  us  within  thine  arms. 

43.   The  Teachings  of  the  Spirit. — b, 

1  Come,  blessed  Spirit,  source  of  light, 

Whose  power  and  grace  are  unconfin'd, 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
Remove  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  To  mine  illumin'd  eyes  display 

The  glorious  truths  thy  word  reveals  ; 
Chase  prejudices  far  away, 
Unclasp  the  book,  and  loose  the  seals. 

3  By  inward  teachings  make  me  know 

The  mysteries  of  redeeming  love  , 
The  vanity  of  things  below, 

The  excellence  of  things  above. 

4  All  through  the  dubious  maze  of  life, 

Spread  like  the  sun  thy  beams  abroad  ; 
Point  out  the  dangers  of  the  way, 

And  guide  my  wandering  feet  to  God, 

44.   The  Spirit  the  Cornforter. 

1  Come,  holy  celestial  Dove, 

To  visit  a  sorrowful  breast, 
My  burthen  of  sin  to  remove, 

And  bring  me  assurance  and  rest : 
Thou  only  hast  power  to  relieve 

A  sinner  oppress'd  with  his  load  ; 
And  be  he  accepted,  to  give 

A  sense  of  the  pardon  bestowM. 

2  With  me  if  of  old  thou  hast  strove, 

And  strangely  withheld  me  from  sin, 
And  tried,  by  the  lure  of  thy  love, 

My  worthless  affections  to  win: 
The  work  of  thy  mercy  revive, 

Thy  uttermost  mercy  exert, 
And  kindly  continue  to  strive, 

And  hold,  till  I  yield  thee  my  heajt, 


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3  Thy  call  if  T  ever  have  known, 

And  sigh'd  from  myself  to  get  free  j 
And  groan'd  the  unspeakable  groan, 

And  long'd  to  be  happy  in  Thee  : 
Fulfil  the  imperfect  desire, 

Thy  peace  to  my  conscience  reveal ; 
The  sense  of  thy  favour  inspire, 

And  give  me  my  pardon  to  feel ! 

4  If,  when  1  had  put  thee  to  grief, 

And  madly  to  folly  return'd, 
Thy  pity  hath  been  my  relief, 

And  lifted  me  up  as  1  mourn'd: 
Most  pitiful  Spirit  of  Grace, 

Relieve  me  again,  and  restore, 
My  spirit  in  holiness  raise, 

To  fall  and  to  suffer  no  more. 

5  Oh  !  now  if  I  pant  for  the  stream, 

The  fountain  of  light  and  of  love, 
The  power  of  the  Lord  to  redeem, 

Which  flows  from  the  mansions  above  ; 
Come,  heavenly  Comforter,  come, 

True  witness  of  mercy  divine, 
And  make  me  thy  permanent  home, 

And  seal  me  eternally  thine ! 
45.   The  Holy  Spirit  our  Sanctifier. 

1  Come,  holy  spirit,  come, 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise, 

Dispel  all  sorrow  from  our  minds, 

All  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

The  doubt,  the  fear  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

3  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesu's  blood  ; 
And  to  our  wond'ring  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

4  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 


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To  pour  fresh  life  in  ev'ry  part5 
And  new  create  the  whole. 
5  Oh,  dwell  within  us,  then, 

Till  from  ourselves  made  free, 

We  learn  to  love  and  praise  in  one;, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 


PRAISE,  PRAYER,  AND  WORSHIP. 

46.  Praise. — w. 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies. 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  -sung, 

Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 

Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

2  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals  bring, 
In  songs  of  praise  divinely  sing ; 
The  great  salvation  loud  proclaim, 
And  shout  for  joy  the  Saviour's  name  : 
In  every  land  begin  the  song; 

To  every  land  the  strains  belong ; 
In  cheerful  sounds  all  voices  raise, 
And  let  the  world  be  fill'd  with  praise. 

47.  Praise. — w. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 

To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing  ; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
Oh,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 


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3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  wondrous  works  and  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  I 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  O  thou,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ! 
Teadi  me  to  praise  thee  here  below : 
Thy  praises  be  my  blest  employ 

In  mansions  of  eternal  joy. 

48.  Praise    Psalm  Ixxiv.  16,  IT. — w. 

1  My  God,  all  nature  o*vn's  thy  sway ; 
Thou  giv'st  the  night,  and  thou  the  day  : 
When  all  thy  lov'd  creation  wakes, 
When  morning,  rich  in  lustre,  breaks,  j 
And  bathes  in  dew  the  op'ning  flow'r, 
To  thee  we  owe  her  fragrant  hour ; 
And  when  she  pours  her  choral  song, 
Her  melodies  to  thee  belong. 

2  Or  when  in  paler  tints  array'd, 

The  ev'ning  slowly  spreads  her  shade  ; 
That  soothing  shade,  that  grateful  gloom, 
Can,  more  than  day's  enliv'ning  bloom, 
Still  ev'ry  fond  and  vain  desire, 
And  calmer,  purer,  thoughts  inspire; 
From  earth  the  pensive  spirit  free, 
And  lead  the  soften'd  heart  to  thee. 

3  In  ev'ry  scene  thy  hands  have  drest, 
In  ev'ry  form  by  thee  imprest, 
Upon  the  mountain's  awful  head, 

Or  where  the  sheltering  woods  are  spread  ; 
In  ev'ry  note  that  swells  the  gale, 
Or  tuneful  stream  that  cheers  the  vale, 
The  cavern's  depth,  or  echoing  grove, 
A  voice  is  heard  of  praise  and  love. 

4  As  o'er  thy  work  the  seasons  roll, 

And  sooth,  with  change  of  bliss,  the  soul ; 
Oh,  never  may  their  smiling  train 
Pass  o'er  the  human  scene  in  vain ! 


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But  oft  as  on  the  charm  we  gaze, 
Attune  the  wondering  soul  to  praise ; 
And  be  the  joys  that  most  we  prize, 
Those  joys  that  from  thy  favour  rise. 
49.  Praise. — t. 

1  While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  pow'r, 

Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 

2  Thy  love  the  powers  of  thought  bestow'd  j 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd, 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ; 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferr'd  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  ev'ry  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  pray'r. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favour'd  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  low'r, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  low'ring  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee  ! 
50.  Hymn  of  Praise. 

1  To  God,  the  only  wise, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints,  below  the  skies, 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  snare. 


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3  He  will  present  his  saints, 

Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 

Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 

And  make  his  wonders  known, 

5  To  our  redeeming  God, 

Wisdom  and  pow'r  belongs; 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 

51.  Hymn  of  Praise.— p. 

1  The  sun  that  walks  his  airy  way, 

To  light  the  world,  and  give  the  day; 
The  moon  that  shines  with  borrowed  light, 
The  stars  that  gild  the  gloomy  night; 

2  The  seas  that  roll  unnumber'd  waves, 
The  wood  that  spreads  it's  shady  leaves; 
The  field  whose  ears  conceal  the  grain, 
The  yellow  treasures  of  the  plain; 

3  The  whole  of  these,  and  all  I  see, 
Ought  to  be  sung,  and  sung  by  me; 
They  speak  their  Maker  as  they  can, 
But  want,  and  ask  the  tongue  of  man! 

52.  Praise. — b. 

1  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days, 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy9 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ* 

2  For  the  blessings  of  the  field, 
For  the  stores  the  gardens  yield, 
For  the  grape's  delicious  juice, 
For  the  generous  olive's  use; 

3  Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripen'd  grain; 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fatt'ning  dews, 
Sun's  that  temp'rate  warmth  diffuse 


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4  All  that  Spring*,  with  bounteous  hand. 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling"  land; 

All  that  liberal  Autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  o'erfl  owing  stores^ 

5  These  to  thee,  O  God,  we  owe; 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  fiov , 
And  for  these  my  soul  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

6  Yet  should  rising  whirlwinds  tear 
From  its  stem  the  ripening  ear, 
Should  the  fig  tree's  blasted  shoot, 
Drop  her  green  untimely  fruit; 

7  Should  the  vine  put  forth  no  more, 
Nor  the  olive  yield  her  store; 
Though  the  sick'ning  flocks  should  falL 
And  the  herds  desert  the  stall; 

8  Should  thine  alter'd  hand  restrain 
The  early  and  the  latter  rain; 
Blast  each  op'ning  bud  of  joy, 
And  the  rising  year  destroy; 

9  Yet  to  thee  my  soul  should  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise ; 
And  when  ev'ry  blessing's  flown, 
Love  thee  for  thyself  alone, 

53.  Praise  for  Faith. — c, 

1  Of  all  the  gifts  thine  hand  bestows. 

Thou  Giver  of  all  good! 
Not  heav'n  itself  a  richer  knows, 
Than  my  Redeemer's  blood. 

2  Faith  which  applies,  that  covenant  gracef 

From  the  same  hand  we  gain; 
Else,  sweetly  as  it  suits  our  case, 
The  gift  had  been  in  vain. 

3  Till  thou  thy  teaching  pow'r  apply, 

Our  hearts  refuse  to  see, 
And  weak  as  a  distemper'd  eye, 
Shut  out  the  view  of  thee. 


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4  Blind  to  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 

What  mis'ry  we  endure ! 
We  fly  the  hand,  from  which  alone 
We  could  expect  a  cure. 

5  We  praise  thee,  and  would  praise  thee  more, 

To  thee  our  all  we  owe; 
The  precious  Saviour,  and  the  pow'r 
That  makes  him  precious  too. 

54.  Hymn  of  Praise. — w. 

1  My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love, 

Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  evening*  new; 
And  morning*  mercies,  from  above, 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread' st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  our  sleeping  hours; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  our  drowsy  pow'rs* 

3  We  yield  our  powers  to  thy  command, 

To  thee  we  consecrate  our  days; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand, 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise, 

55.  Hymn  of  Praise. — h. 

1  This  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 

Our  faithful  unchangeable  friend; 
Whose  love  is  as  great  as  his  pow'r, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end, 

2  'Tis  Jesus  the  first  and  the  last, 

Whose  spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home; 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

56.  Glory  to  God. 
To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  three  in  one, 

Be  endless  glory  given; 
Let  all  below  with  all  above 
Join  in  this  rapturous  song  of  love, 

The  melody  of  heaven. 


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57.   Gratitude. — a. 

1  When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys; 
Transported  by  the  view  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Oh,  how  shall  words,  with  equal  warmth, 

The  gratitude  declare 
That  glows  within  my  ravish'd  hearty 
But  thou  canst  read  it  there. 

3  Thy  Providence  my  life  sustained, 

And  all  my  wants  redrest, 

When  in  the  silent  womb  1  lay, 

And  hung  upon  the  breast. 

4  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learnt 
To  form  themselves  in  pray'r. 

5  Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 
From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd. 

6  WThen  in  the  slipp'ry  paths  of  youth., 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm  unseen  convey'd  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

7  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  death, 

It  gently  clear'd  my  way; 
And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice., 
More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 

8  When  worn  by  sickness,  oft  hast  thou 

With  health  renew 'd  my  face; 
And  when  in  sins  and  sorrows  sunk, 
Reviv'd  my  soul  with  grace. 

9  Thy  bounteous  hand  with  worldly  bliss 

Has  made  my  cup  run  o'er, 
And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  friend3 
Has  doubled  all  my  store. 


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10  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ, 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

11  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue, 
And  after  death  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

12  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more, 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord! 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

13  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise; 

But,  oh!  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

58.  Prayer. — m. 

1  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire. 

Uttered,  or  unexpress'd, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near! 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech, 

That  infant  lips  can  try, 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  christian's  vital  breath, 

The  christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  in  the  hour  of  death, 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer! 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  song  rejoice 
And  say,  "behold  he  prays." 


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6  In  prayer,  on  earth  the  saints  are  cue, 

In  word,  in  deed,  in  mind, 
When  with  the  Father  and  the  Son 
Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 

7  Nor  Prayer  is  made  on  earth  alone, 

The  Holy  Spirit  pleads, 
And  Jesus,  on  the  eternal  throne, 
For  sinners  intercedes! 

8  O  Thou!  by  whom  we  come  to  Goo% 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way! 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod; 
Lord!  teach  us  how  to  pray! 

59.  Prayer  for  Christian  Graces. 

1  Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope, 

On  thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  pray'i%> 
Give  me  on  Thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  thing's  do, 
On  thee,  Almighty  to  create, 

Almighty  to  renew. 

2  I  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self-renouncing  will, 
That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind 

The  baits  of  pleasing  ill: 
A  soul  inur'd  to  pain, 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss, 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain, 

The  consecrated  cross. 

3  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  Thee  when  sin  is  near? 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly; 
A  spirit  still  prepaid 

And  arm'd  with  jealous  care, 
For  ever  standing  on  its  guard? 

And  watching  unto  pray'r. 


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4  I  want  a  heart  to  pray, 

To  pray  and  never  cease, 
Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay, 

Nor  wish  my  suff 'ring's  less. 
This  blessing  above  all, 

Always  to  pray  I  want, 
Out  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  call. 

And  never  never  faint. 

5  I  want  a  true  regard, 

A  single  steady  aim, 
Unmov'd  by  threatening  or  reward, 

To  thee  and  thy  great  name : 
A  jealous  just  concern 

For  thine  immortal  praise; 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 

And  glorify  thy  grace. 

6  I  rest  upon  thy  word; 

Thy  promise  is  for  me : 
My  succour  and  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  surely  come  from  thee  . 
But  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 

60  Aspiring  after  God. 

What  now  is  my  object  and  aim } 

What  now  is  my  hope  and  desire? 
To  follow  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 

And  after  his  image  aspire, 
My  God,  I  am  thirsting  for  thee, 

Breathe  in  me  thy  life-giving  word, 
That  I  thy  salvation  may  see, 

And  dwell  in  the  light  of  the  Lord. 

)  Oh!  lead  me,  all-merciful  God, 
To  him  that  on  Calvary  died; 
Oh,  show  me  the  water  and  blood, 
Which  gush'd  from  ImmanueFs  side: 


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I  long  for  the  stream  of  thy  love, 
That  spirit  of  rapture  unknown; 

And  then  to  receive  it  above, 
Eternally  new  from  thy  throne. 
61.    For  Divine  Illumination. — Dr.  s.  J. 

1  Oh  thou  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds  presides, 
Whose  voice  created,  and  whose  wisdom  guides, 
On  darkling  man  in  pure  effulgence  shine, 
And  cheer  the  clouded  mind  with  light  divine. 

2  'Tis  thine  alone  to  calm  the  pious  breast, 
With  silent  confidence  and  holy  rest; 

From  thee,  great  God,  we  spring— to  thee  we  tend, 
Path,  motive,  guide,  original,  and  end. 
62.    The  waiting  Soul. — c. 

1  Breathe  from  the  gentle  South,  O  Lord, 

And  cheer  me  from  the  North; 
Blow  on  the  treasures  of  thy  word, 
And  call  the  spices  forth. 

2  I  wish,  thou  know'st,  to  be  resign'd, 

And  wait  with  patient  hope; 
But  hope  delay'd,  fatigues  the  mind, 
And  drinks  the  spirits  up. 

3  Help  me  to  reach  the  distant  goal; 

Confirm  my  feeble  knee; 
Pity  the  sickness  of  a  soul 
That  faints  for  love  of  thee. 

4  Cold  as  I  feel  this  heart  of  mine, 

Yet  since  I  feel  it  so, 
It  yields  some  hope  of  life  divine 
Within,  however  low. 

5  I  seem  forsaken  and  alone, 

I  hear  the  lion  roar; 
And  ev'ry  door  is  shut  but  one, 
And  that  is  mercy's  door. 

6  There,  till  the  dear  Deliv'rer  come, 

I'll  wait  with  humble  prayer; 

And  when  he  calls  his  exile  home, 

The  Lord  shall  find  him  there. 


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63.  Prayer. — k. 
L  Now  may  he  who  from  the  dead, 

Brought  the  shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Jesus  Christ  our  king  and  head, 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 
!  May  he  teach  us  to  fulfil 

What  is  pleasing  in  his  sight: 
Perfect  us  in  all  his  will, 

And  preserve  us  day  and  night. 
I  To  that  dear  Redeemer's  praise, 

Who  his  promise  seal'd  with  blood, 
Let  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 

Glad  thanksgiving  to  our  God! 
So  whene'er  the  hour  shall  come, 
Closing  all  our  schemes  below, 
Gladly  we  shall  think  on  home, 
And  to  endless  pleasures  go. 

64.  Prayer. 
O  Lord!  incline  thy  gracious  ear. 

My  plaintive  sorrow  weigh! 
To  thee  for  succour  I  draw  near, 

To  thee  devoutly  pray: — 
Still  will  I  call  with  lifted  eyes, 

"  Come,  O  my  God,  and  King," 
Till  thou  regard  my  ceaseless  cries, 

And  full  deliverance  bring. 
.   On  thee,  O  God  of  purity, 

I  wait  for  cleansing  grace; 
None  without  holiness  shall  see 

The  glories  of  thy  face : — 
In  souls  unholy  and  unclean, 

Thou  never  canst  delight; 
Nor  shall  they,  if  not  sav'd  from  sin ; 

Appear  before  thy  sight. 
But  as  for  me,  with  humble  fear 

I  will  approach  thy  gate, 
Though  most  unworthy  to  draw  near, 

Or  in  thy  courts  to  wait; — 


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I  trust  in  thine  unbounded  grace 

Which  is  so  freely  given, 
And  worship  in  thy  holy  place, 

And  lift  my  soul  to  heaven. 
4  Lead  me  in  all  thy  righteous  ways, 

Nor  suffer  me  to  slide ; 
Point  out  the  path  before  my  face, 

My  God,  be  thou  my  guide! 
Oh,  may  I  ne'er  to  evil  yield, 

Defended  from  above, 
And  kept  and  cover' d  with  the  shield 

Of  thine  almighty  love. 

65.   On  Prayer.  Dan.  vi.  10. — j.  j.  e. 

1  Thrice  every  day  on  bended  knee 

The  mighty  prophet  fell, 
In  prayer,  O  Lord,  to  plead  with  thee, 
And  all  thy  praise  to  tell. 

2  "Thine  is  the  power,  my  God,"  he  cried; 

"  The  righteousness  is  thine; 
On  us,  despair  and  shame  abide, 
Until  thy  mercies  shine. 

3  Like  sheep  on  yonder  mountain's  brow, 

Thy  people  far  astray, 
Have  ceased  their  shepherd's  voice  to  know, 
And  wander  from  his  way. 

4  Pleased  with  their  painted  idols  still, 

And  heedless  of  thy  love, 
They  dare  resist  a  father's  will, 
Nor  fear  his  curse  to  prove. 

5  But  in  that  boundless  love,  O  Lord, 

Thy  mercy  yet  display; 
Ah!  breathe  the  spirit  and  the  word, 
Ah!  teach  them  to  obey. 

6  Wide  is  the  breach  by  ruffians  trod, 

The  gaping  wound  is  sore; 
Then  heal  thy  people,  gracious  God, 
Oh!  heal  them,  and  restore  1" 


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7  He  prayed — and  thou  didst  hear  his  prayer-, 

Returning  mercy  shone 
Upon  the  people  of  thy  care, 
For  they  were  still  thine  own, 

8  Then  where  the  howling*  desert  lay, 

A  voice  was  heard  to  cry — 
Prepare,  prepare  the  level  way, 
For  God  himself  is  nigh. 

9  In  mighty  love,  in  matchless  power. 

He  leads  the  nation  on; 
Jerusalem  doth  bless  the  hour, 
Her  victory  is  won. 

10  Israel  is  taught  thy  peace  to  know, 

Sweet  peace  without  alloy; 
And  streams  of  soft  contrition  flow. 
Mixed  with  her  tears  of  joy. 

1 1  Jehovah,  thou  who  answerest  prayer, 

And  know'st  the  sinners  plea, 
'Tis  our's  a  heavier  chain  to  bear, — 
Then  draw  us,  Lord,  to  thee. 

12  Satan  and  sin  with  strength  combine^ 

To  sink  the  prison'd  soul; 
But  Lord!  omnipotence  is  thine, 
Thou,  all  their  rage  control. 

13  Oh!  set  the  captive  spirit  free, 

Oh!  cleave  the  galling  chain; 
Thou  art  the  source  of  liberty, 
And  be  it  thine  to  reign. 

66.-  The  Lord's  Prayer  Paraphrased, — m 

1  Father  of  all !  whose  seat  of  rest 

In  highest  heav'n  is  rear'd, 
Thy  name  by  ev'ry  tongue  be  blest, 
By  ev'ry  heart  rever'd. 

2  Let  earth  to  thy  Messiah's  throne 

Its  just  subjection  yield; 
Here,  as  in  heav'n,  thy  will  be  known; 
Here,  as  in  heav'n,  fulfill'd. 


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3  With  bread  sufficient  for  the  day, 

Our  mortal  frame  supply? 
And  feed  the  soul  that  moves  our  clay. 
With  manna  from  on  high. 

4  While  conscious  of  the  debt  we  owe, 

We  bow  the  humble  knee, 

That  mercy  we  to  others  show, 

Descend  on  us  from  thee. 

5  Do  thou  our  erring1  feet  secure, — 

Oh,  lead  us  far  from  ill; 
And  keep  us  upright,  just,  and  pure, 
In  act,  in  word,  and  will. 

6  Hear,  Lord!  for  power  supreme  is  thine, — 

Thine,  glory,  worship,  praise; 
Nor  nature's  bounds  thy  reign  confine, 
Nor  numbers  time  thy  days. 

67.  Prayer. 

1  Oh,  thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  Thee* 
Oh,  burst  these  bonds  and  set  me  free. 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross, 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross; 
Hallow  each  thought,  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 

Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart, 

5  Saviour,  whene'er  thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untir'd,  I  follow  thee; 
O,  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill. 


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i  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day; 
Till  toil,  and  pain,  and  grief  shall  cease, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

68.  Prayer  for  Children. — c. 
Gracious  Lord,  our  children  see, 
By  thy  mercy  we  are  free; 
But  shall  these, -alas!  remain 
Subjects  still  of  Satan's  reign ? 
Israel's  young  ones  when,  of  old, 
Pharaoh  threaten'd  to  withhold, 
Then  thy  messenger  said,  "No; 
Let  the  children  also  go." 
When  the  Angel  of  the  Lord, 
Drawing  forth  his  dreadful  sword, 
Slew,  with  an  avenging  hand, 
All  the  first-born  of  the  land; 
Then  thy  people's  door  he  pass'd, 
Where  the  bloody  sign  was  plac'd; 
Hear  us  now,  upon  our  knees, 
Plead  the  blood  of  Christ  for  these. 
Lord  we  tremble,  for  we  know 
How  the  fierce  malicious  foe, 
Wheeling  round  his  watchful  flight, 
Keeps  them  ever  in  his  sight: 
Spread  thy  pinions,  King  of  Kings! 
Hide  them  safe  beneath  thy  wings; 
Lest  the  rav'nous  bird  of  prey 
Stoop,  and  bear  the  brood  away. 

69.   Prayer  for  Youth — c. 
Bestow,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth 

The  gift  of  saving  grace, 
And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 

Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 
Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows. 

Of  pure  and  heav'nly  root; 
But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 

And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

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3  Ye  careless  sons  attention  give, 

Oh,  hear  the  voice  of  love! 
"  Repent,  return,  obey,  and  live, 
For  mercy  reigns  above." 

4  For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made; 

Oh,  join  the  public  pray'r; 

For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed, 

Oh,  shed  yourselves  a  tear. 

5  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 

The  spirit's  pow'r  to  teach; 
You  cannot  be  too  young'  to  love 
That  Jesus,  whom  we  preach. 

70.   On  Prayer. — c. 

1  What  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming"  to  a  mercy  seat! 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  pray'r, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there. 

2  Pray'r  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw: 
Pray'r  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  pray'r  we  cease  to  fight; 
Pray'r  makes  the  christian's  armour  bright;: 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide. 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side; 

But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd 
That  moment  Amalek  prevail'd. 

5  Have  you  no  words  ?  ah,  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fello'w-creature's  ear, 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  WTere  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heav'n  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oft'ner  be, 

*  *  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me." 


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71.  My  soul  thirsteth  for  God. — c, 

1  I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did, 

The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share; 
Thy  wounds,  Immanuel,  all  forbid 

That  I  should  seek  my  pleasures  there, 

2  It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross 

First  wean'd  my  soul  from  earthly  things  5 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 

The  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 

3  I  want  the  grace  that  springs  from  thee, 

That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows. 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me, 
Bic-mi  as  the  myrtle  or  the  rose. 

4  Deal  fountain  of  delight  unknown, 

No  longer  sink  below  the  brim; 

But  overflow,  and  pour  me  down 

A  living  and  life-giving  stream! 

5  For  sure  of  all  the  plants  that  share 

The  notice  of  thy  Father's  eye, 
None  proves  less  grateful  to  his  care, 
Or  yields  him  meaner  fruit,  than  I. 

72.  Prayer  for  the  Wanderers. — o. 

1  Watch  not  o'er  these  alone,  O  Lord! 

Whom  thou  hast  sent  to  teach  thy  will, 
And  with  thine  eveilasting  word 
The  hungry  conscious  sinner  fill; 

2  Not  only  wanderers  from  our  fold 

On  christian  mission  kindly  sent, 
With  love's  protecting  eye  behold, 
And  guard  the  spirit  thou  hast  lent; 

3  To  other  wand'rers  far  less  blest, 

Thy  watchful  care,  thy  love  display.; 
To  wand'rers  from  the  path  of  rest, 
To  wand'rers  from  thy  holy  way. 

4  Such  wand'rers,  Lord,  from  things  impure 

Let  thy  awakening  spirit  call; 
By  hope  of  smiling  mercy  lure; 
By  fear  of  frowning  wrath  appal. 


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5  For  though  the  missioned  wanderer  go 

O'er  desert  wilds  and  trackless  tides, 
To  regions  of  eternal  snow, 
Or  wheresoever  man  abides, — 

6  More  dangerous,  wretched,  rugged,  wide, 

The  best,  the  brightest  path  must  be 
Of  him,  allur'd  from  virtue's  side, 
Who  wanders,  gracious  God,  from  thee. 

73.    Worship. — c. 

1  Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy-seat; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee  thou  art  found, 
And  ev'ry  place  is  hallow'd  ground. 

2  For  thou,  within  no  walls  confin'd, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind; 

Such  ever  bring  thee  where  they  come> 
And  going,  take  thee  to  their  home. 

3  Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

4  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  pray'r, 
To  strengthen  faith  and  sweeten  care; 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 

And  bring'  all  heav'n  before  our  eyes. 

5  Lord,  we  are  few,  but  thou  art  near, 
Nor  short  thine  arm,  nor  deaf  thine  ear; 
Oh!  rend  the  heavens,  come  quickly  down. 
And  make  a  thousand  hearts  thine  own. 

74.   On  Worship. — w. 

1  How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 

O  Lord  of  Hosts,  thy  dwellings  are! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 
To  meet  the  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting-  heart  cries  out  for  God; 
My  God,  my  King,  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee. 


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3  Bless'd  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate; 

God  is  their  strength,  and  through  the  road, 
They  lean  upon  thy  help,  O  God. 

4  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

75.    Worship. — x. 

1  Now  may  fervent  pray'r  arise, 
Wing'd  with  faith,  and  pierce  the  skies; 
Fervent  prayer  shall  bring  us  down 
Gracious  answers  from  the  throne. 

2  Shepherd  of  thy  blood-bought  sheep, 
Teach  the  stony  heart  to  weep, — 
Clothe  thy  word  with  power  divine, — 
Make  us  willing  to  be  thine. 

3  Let  the  minds  of  all  our  youth 
Feel  the  force  of  sacred  truth; 
While  the  gospel  call  we  hear, 
May  they  learn  to  love  and  fear. 

4  Show  them  what  their  ways  have  been, 
Show  them  the  desert  of  sin; 

Then  thy  dying  love  reveal, 
This  shall  melt  a  heart  of  steel. 

0  Where  thou  hast  thy  work  begun, 
Give  new  strength  the  race  to  run; 
Scatter  darkness,  doubts,  and  fears, 
Wipe  away  the  mourners'  tears. 

6  Bless  us  all,  both  old  and  young, 
Call  forth  praise  from  ev'ry  tongue:, 
Let  the  whole  assembly  prove 
All  thy  power,  and  all  thy  love. 

76.    Worship. 

1  Jesus,  we  thy  promise  claim, 
We  are  met  in  thy  dear  name: 
In  the  midst  do  thou  appear, 
Manifest  thy  presence  here. 

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2  Sanctify  us,  Lord,  and  bless; 
Breathe  thy  spirit,  give  thy  peace ,- 
Come  and  dwell  within  each  heart, 
Light,  and  life,  and  joy  impart. 

3  Make  us  all  in  thee  complete, 
Make  us  all  for  glory  meet: 
Meet  t'  appear  before  thy  sight, 
Partners  with  the  saints  in  light. 

77.  Worship. 

1  Lord  of  Hosts,  how  lovely  fair, 
E'en  on  earth,  thy  temples  are; 
Here  thy  waiting  people  see 
Much  of  heav'n  and  much  of  thee. 

2  From  thy  gracious  presence  flows 
Bliss  that  softens  all  our  woes, 
While  thy  spirit's  holy  fire 
Warms  our  hearts  with  pure  desire. 

3  Here  we  supplicate  thy  throne, — 
Here  thou  mak'st  thy  glories  known, — 
Here  we  learn  thy  righteous  ways, 
Taste  thy  love  and  sing  thy  praise. 

4  Thus  with  festive  songs  of  joy, 
We  our  happy  lives  employ; 
Love,  and  long  to  love  thee  more, 
Till  from  earth  to  heav'n  we  soar. 

78.  Worship. 

1  O  Thou  that  nearest  pray'r, 

Behold  us  at  thy  feet; 
Now  let  us  prove  thy  presence  here, 
Where  two  or  three  are  met. 

2  Thy  promise,  Lord,  we  plead, 

Nor  can  we  plead  in  vain; 
Thou  never  said'st  to  Israel's  seed, 
"  Seek  ye  my  face  in  vain." 

3  Glory  to  thee  alone, 

Thou  God  of  boundless  grace, 
Who  dost  refreshing  showers  send  down, 
To  cheer  thy  drooping  race. 


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4  O  let  it  now  be  shown 

How  true,  how  good  thou  art; 
Lord,  send  a  gracious  answer  down, 
To  ev'ry  waiting  heart. 

79.  On  Worship. — k. 

1  How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 

And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord: 
Dear  Saviour  on  thy  people  smile, 
And  come  according  to  thy  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 

That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee; 
Ah!  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet; 
Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 

3  "  Chief  of  ten  thousands"  now  appear, 

That  we  by  faith  may  see  thy  face; 

Oh,  speak!  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 

And  let  thy  presence  fill  this  place. 

4  Lord,  let  thy  people's  views  be  clear, 

And  let  their  hearts  be  filPd  with  love; 
Oh,  may  their  light  to  all  appear, 
And  prove  their  doctrine  from  above. 

80.  Delight  in  Worship. — w 

1  Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone., 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone ; 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see: 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  Haste  then,  but  with  a  smiling  face, 
And  spread  a  table  of  thy  grace; 
Bring  down  a  taste  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  our  hearts  with  sacred  wine. 

3  Blest  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare ! 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are! 
Never  did  angels  taste,  above, 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

4  While  such  a  feast  of  sacred  joys 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  souls  employs, 
Here  we  could  sit  and  gaze  away 

A  long,  an  everlasting  day. 


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81.    Worship. — o. 

1  Great  God!  let  thy  constraining"  power, 

To  thee  my  wand'ring  feelings  draw; 
And  let  me  give  this  sacred  hour, 
To  humble  pray'r  and  holy  awe. 

2  And  whilst  the  sense  of  conscious  sin 

My  trembling  soul  with  anguish  shakes, 
And  hope  thy  pard'ning  love  to  win, 
My  fainting,  sinking  heart  forsakes; — 

3  O,  let  thy  grace  new  strength  supply; 

O,  breathe  the  thought  that  comfort  gives! 
And  point  to  faith's  uplifted  eye, 

The  Lamb  that  died,  the  God  who  lives. 

82.   On  Silent  Worship. — j.  j.  g. 

1  Let  deepest  silence  all  around 

Its  peaceful  shelter  spread, 
So  shall  that  living  Word  abound, 
The  Word  that  wakes  the  dead. 

2  How  sweet  to  wait  upon  the  Lord 

In  stillness  and  in  pray'r! 
What  though  no  preacher  speak  the  word, 
A  minister  is  there. 

3  A  minister  of  wond'rous  skill 

True  graces  to  impart; 
He  teaches  all  the  Father's  will, 
And  preaches  to  the  heart. 

4  He  dissipates  the  coward's  fears, 

And  bids  the  coldest  glow; 
He  speaks;  and  lo,  the  softest  tears 
Of  deep  contrition  flow. 

5  He  knows  to  bend  the  heart  of  steel, 

He  bows  the  loftiest  soul; 
O'er  all  we  think  and  all  we  feel, 
How  matchless  his  control! 

6  And  ah!  how  precious  is  his  love, 

In  tenderest  touches  given: 
It  whispers  of  the  bliss  above, 
And  stays  the  soul  on  heav'n. 


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7  From  mind  to  mind  in  streams  of J03 , 

The  holy  influence  spreads; 
'Tis  peace,  'tis  praise,  without  alloy, 
For  God  that  influence  sheds. 

8  Dear  Lord,  to  thee  we  still  will  pray. 

And  praise  thee  as  before: 
For  this,  thy  glorious  gospel  day, 
Teach  us  to  praise  thee  more. 

83.  The  Eternal  Sabbath.—*. 

1  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above; 

To  that  our  lab 'ring-  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
"Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 
No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 

No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 
4  Oh,  long-expected  day,  begin, 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin  , 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  wean7  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 


CONFLICT. 

84.  Light  shining  oat  of  Darkness, — c. 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 

And  rides  upon  the  storm. 
Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 

And  works  his  sov'reign  will. 


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3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour: 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

85.    Welcome  Cross. — c. 

1  'Tis  my  happiness  below 

Not  to  live  without  the  cross, 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 

Sanctifying  ev'ry  loss: — 
Trials  must,  and  will  befall; 

But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all, 

This  is  happiness  to  me. 

2  God,  in  Israel,  sows  the  seeds 

Of  affliction,  pain,  and  toil; 
These  spring  up  and  choke  the  weeds 

Which  would  else  o'erspread  the  soil:- 
Trials  make  the  promise  sweet; 

Trials  give  new  life  to  pray'r; 
Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet, 

Lay  me  low  and  keep  me  there. 

3  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 

No  chastisement  by  the  way; 
Might  I  not,  with  reason,  fear 
I  should  prove  a  cast-away? 


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Bastards  may  escape  the  rod, 
Sunk  in  earthly  vain  delight; 

But  the  true-born  child  of  God, 
Must  not,  would  not,  if  he  might. 

86.  Afflictions  Sanctified. — c, 

1  OhJ  how  I  love  thy  holy  word, 
Thy  gracious  covenant,  O  Lord! 
It  guides  me  in  a  peaceful  way; 
I  think  upon  it  all  the  day. 

2  What  are  the  mines  of  shining  wealth, 
The  strength  of  youth,  the  bloom  of  health1 
What  are  all  joys  compar'd  with  those, 
Thine  everlasting  word  bestows? 

3  Long  unaffiicted,  undismay'd, 

In  pleasure's  path  secure  I  stray'd; 
Thou  mad'st  me  feel  thy  chast'ning  rod. 
And  straight  I  turned  unto  my  God. 

4  What  though  it  pierc'd  my  fainting  heart, 
I  bless'd  the  hand  that  caus'd  the  smart ; 
He  taught  my  tears  awhile  to  flow, 

But  sav'd  me  from  eternal  woe. 

5  Oh!  hadst  thou  left  me  unchastis'd, 
Thy  precepts  I  had  still  despis'd! 
And  still  the  snare,  in  secret  laid, 
Had  my  unwary  feet  betray 'd. 

6  I  love  thee,  therefore,  O  my  God, 
And  breathe  towards  thy  dear  abode. 
Where  in  thy  presence  fully  blest, 
Thy  chosen  saints  for  ever  rest. 

87.   Prayer  answered  by  Crosses, — sr. 

1  I  ask'd  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 

In  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace; 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

2  'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray. 

And  he,  I  trust,  has  answer'd  pray'r: 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way, 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair 


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3  I  hop'd  that  in  some  favour'd  hour 

At  once  he'd  answer  my  request, 

And  by  his  love's  constraining'  pow'r, 

Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest. 

4  Instead  of  this  he  made  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 

And  let  the  angry  pow'rs  of  hell 

Assault  my  soul  in  ev'ry  part. 

5  Yea,  more,  with  his  own  hand  he  seem'd 

Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe ; 
Cross'd  all  the  fair  designs  I  schemed, 
Blasted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 

6  "Lord,  why  is  this?"  I  trembling  cried; 

"  Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death?" 
"  'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  replied, 
"  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith. 

7  u  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 

"From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free, 

"  And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 

"  That  thou  mayst  seek  thy  all  in  me." 

8 8 .   Temptation.  — c . 

1  The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high,  - 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky; 

Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call, 

My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the  storm: 
Defend  me  from  each  threat' ning  ill, — 
Control  the  waves,  say,  "Peace,  be  still." 

3  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hope  on  thee: 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care. 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Dangers  of  every  shape  and  name 
Attend  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  shore. 
And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 


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>    1  hough  tempest  toss'd,  and  half  a  wreck. 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek; 
Let  neither  winds,  nor  stormy  main, 
Force  back  my  shatter'd  bark  again, 

89.  Looking  upwards  in  a  Storm. — i 

1  God  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call, 
Afflicted  at  thy  feet  I  fall? 

When  the  great  water-floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail. 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint! 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint ' 
Where  but  with  thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor? 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee, 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea1 
Does  not  the  word  still  fix'd  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain'' 

4  That  were  a  grief  I  could  not  bear, 
Didst  thou  not  hear  and  answer  pray'r; 
But  a  pray'r-hearing,  answering,  God 
Supports  me  under  every  load. 

5  Fair  is  the  lot  that's  cast  for  me; 
I  have  an  Advocate  with  thee; 
They  whom  the  world  caresses  most, 
Have  no  such  privilege  to  boast. 

6  Poor  though  I  am,  despis'd,  forgot, 
Yet  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not; 
And  he  is  safe  and  must  succeed, 

For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead 

90.  Peace  after  a  Storm. — c. 
!   When  darkness  long  has  veiFd  my  mind. 
And  smiling  day  once  more  appears; 
Then,  my  Redeemer,  then  I  find 
The  follies  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 
2  Straight  I  upbraid  my  wand'ring  heart, 
And  blush  that  I  should  ever  be 
Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 

Or  harbour  one  hard  thought  of  thee! 


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3  Ob  I  let  me  then  at  length  be  taught, 

What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn, 

That  God  is  love  and  changes  not, 

Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

4  Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat; 

But  when  my  faith  is  sharply  try'd, 
I  find  myself  a  learner  yet, 

Unskilful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 
$  But,  O  my  Lord,  one  look  from  thee 

Subdues  the  disobedient  will; 
Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away, 

And  thy  rebellious  worm  is  still. 
f>  Thou  art  as  ready  to  forgive, 

As  I  am  ready  to  repine; 
Thou,  therefore,  all  the  praise  receive. 

Be  shame  and  self-abhorrence  mine. 

91.   The  Penitent's  Hope. — h. 

1  O  thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  heart  to  Thee, 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me! 

2  When  on  my  fearful,  burden'd  heart, 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
My  pardon  speak,  thy  peace  impart, 
In  love  remember  me! 

3  If  strong  temptations  crowd  my  way. 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee, 
O,  give  me  strength,  Lord,  as  my  day; 
For  good  remember  me! 

4  If  torn  with  pain,  disease,  or  grief, 

This  feeble  body  see, 
Give  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief. 
Hear  and  remember  me! 

5  If  shame  my  lot,  for  thy  dear  name, 

And  foul  reproaches  be; 
All  hail  reproach  and  welcome  shame. 
'  If  thou  remember  me ! 


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j  And  when  at  last  I  sink  in  death, 
And  meet  my  just  decree ; 
Then,  Saviour,  mark  my  trembling"  breath, 
And  still  remember  me! 

92.    Why  art  thou  cast  down? — x. 

1  Be  still,  my  heart!  these  anxious  cares 
To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns  and  snares; 
They  cast  dishonour  on  thy  Lord, 
And  contradict  his  gTacious  word. 

2  Brought  safely  by  his  hand  thus  far, 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear? 
How  canst  thou  want  if  he  provide, 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide? 

3  When  first  before  his  mercy-seat 
Thou  didst  to  him  thy  all  commit; 
He  gave  the  warrant  from  that  hour, 
To  trust  his  wisdom,  love,  and  pow'r. 

1  Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  thy  call? 
And  has  he  not  his  promise  past, 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last! 

5  Like  David,  thou  may'st  comfort  draw, 
Sav'd  from  the  bear's  and  lion's  paw; 
Goliah's  rage  thou  may'st  defy, 

For  God,  thy  Saviour  still  is  nigh. 

6  He  who  has  help'd  thee  hitherto, 
Will  help  thee  all  thy  journey  through^ 
And  give  thee  daily  cause  to  raise 
New  Ebenezers  to  his  praise. 

7  Though  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road, 
It  leads  thee  home  apace  to  God; 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small, 
For  Heaven  will  make  amends  for  all. 

93.  rfs  thy  day  so  shall  thy  strength  he. — f. 
1   Afflicted  saint,  to  Christ  draw  near, 
Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear; 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 
That,  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be, 


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2  Let  not  thy  heart  despond,  and  say, 
How  shall  I  stand  the  trying*  day  ? 
He  has  engag'd  by  firm  decree, 
That,  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

3  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  strong1 7 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long, 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee; 
For,  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

i  Should  persecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name; 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see, 
That,  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be, 

5  When  calPd  to  bear  the  weighty  cross, 
Or  sore  affliction,  pain,  or  loss, 

Or  deep  distress,  or  poverty, 

Still,  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

6  When  ghastly  death  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue; 
He  comes  to  set  thy  spirit  free, 

And,  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

94.   Trust  in  God  in  time  of  Trouble. — s. 

1  Why,  oh  my  heart,  these  anxious  cares? 
Why  these  tumultuous,  sickening  fears  ? 
Why  thus  all  pensive  and  forlorn, 

Dost  thou  thy  thickening  troubles  mourn'' 

2  When  threatening  storms  around  thee  rise, 
And  lowering  tempests  spread  the  skies. 
On  God,  my  soul,  thy  burthen  cast, 
And  seek  in  him  a  peaceful  rest. 

3  If  falsehood  and  deceit  abound, 
And  envy's  darts  in  secret  wound, 
If  earthly  springs  of  hope  be  dry, 
And  every  blooming  joy  should  die — 

4  Silent  I'll  bear  thy  chastening  rod, 
Thy  just  displeasure,  oh  my  God; 
On  thee  I'll  wait  witli  eager  eyes, 

To  thee  my  prayer  with  hope  shall  rise. 


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j  Yes,  I  shall  hear  thy  cheering  voiee, 
In  thee  my  soul  shall  yet  rejoice; 
Thou  wilt  reveal  thy  smiling-  face, 
And  hence  these  gloomy  horrors  chase, 

6  Thou  art  my  Saviour,  thou  my  God, 
Thy  grace  will  I  proclaim  abroad; 
That  grace  which  bears  my  guilt  away^ 
And  turns  the  blackest  night  to  day. 


COMFORT. 

95.  True  Happiness. — y, 

1  Fix  my  heart  and  eyes  on  thine ! 
What  are  other  objects  worth? 
But  to  see  thy  glory  shine, 

Is  a  heav'n  begun  on  earth: — 
Trifles  can  no  longer  move,- 
Oh,  I  tread  on  all  beside; 
When  I  feel  my  Saviour's  love, 
And  remember  how  he  died. 

2  Now  my  search  is  at  an  end; 
Now  my  wishes  rove  no  more; — 
Thus  my  moments  I  would  spend, 
Love  and  wonder  and  adore : — 
Jesus,  source  of  excellence ! 

All  thy  glorious  love  reveal; 
Kingdoms  shall  not  bribe  me  hence? 
While  this  happiness  I  feel. 

3  Take  my  heart,  'tis  all  thine  own, 
To  thy  will,  my  spirit  frame; 
Thou  shalt  reign,  and  thou  alone, 
Over  all  I  have  or  am : — 

If  a  foolish  thought  shall  dare 
To  rebel  against  thy  word, 
Slay  it,  Lord,  and  do  not  spare, 
Let  it  feel  thy  Spirit's  sword. 
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4  Making  thns  the  Lord  my  choice, 
I  have  nothing  more  to  choose, 
But  to  listen  to  thy  voice, 
And  my  will  in  thine  to  loose : 
Thus  whatever  may  betide, 
I  shall  safe  and  happy  be; 
Still  content  and  satisfy' d, 
Having  all  in  having  Thee. 

96.  Hope  beyond  the  Grave. — s. 

1  My  soul,  this  curious  house  of  clay, 

Thy  present  frail  abode, 
Must  quickly  fall  to  worms  a  prey, 
And  thou  return  to  God. 

2  Canst  thou  by  faith  survey  with  joy 

The  change  before  it  come? 
And  say  "  let  death  this  house  destroy, 
I  have  a  heavenly  home t" 

3  The  Saviour,  whom  I  then  shall  see 

With  new  admiring  eyes, 
Already  has  prepared  for  me 
A  mansion  in  the  skies. 

4  I  feel  this  mud- wall  cottage  shake, 

And  long  to  see  it  fall, 
That  I  my  willing  flight  may  take 
To  him  who  is  my  all. 

5  Burden'd  and  groaning  then  no  more, 

My  rescu'd  soul  shall  sing, 
As  up  the  shining  path  I  soar, 

"  Death  thou  hast  lost  thy  sting." 

6  Dear  Saviour,  help  us  now  to  seek 

And  know  thy  grace's  pow'r; 
That  we  may  all  this  language  speak, 
Before  the  dying  hour. 

97.   There  the  weary  are  at  rest. — it. 
X  Courage,  my  soul!  behold  the  prize 
The  Saviour's  love  provides, — 
Eternal  life  beyond  the  skies, 
For  all  whom  here  he  guides. 


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.:   The  wicked  cease  from  troubling'  there, 
The  weary  are  at  rest: 
Sorrow,  and  sin,  and  pain,  and  care, 
No  more  approach  the  blest. 

3  A  wicked  world,  and  wicked  heart, 

With  Satan  now  are  join'd; 
Each  acts  a  too  successful  part 
In  harassing  my  mind. 

4  In  conflict  with  tins  threefold  troop, 

How  weary,  Lord,  am  1$ 
Did  not  thy  promise  bear  me  up, 
My  soul  must  faint  and  die. 

5  But  fighting*  in  my  Saviour's  strength, 

Though  mighty  are  my  foes, 
I  shall  a  conqueror  be  at  length 
O'er  all  that  can  oppose. 

6  Then  why,  my  soul,  complain  or  fear1 

The  crown  of  glory  see; — 
The  more  I  toil  and  suffer  here, 
The  sweeter  rest  will  be. 

98.   The  happy  Change. — e. 

1  How  blest  thy  creature  is,  O  God, 

When  with  a  single  eye 
He  views  the  lustre  of  thy  word, 
The  day  spring  from  on  high. 

2  Through  all  the  storms  that  veil  the  skies, 

And  frown  on  earthly  things, 
The  sun  of  righteousness  he  eyes, 
With  healing  on  his  wings. 

3  Struck  by  that  light,  the  human  heart, 

A  barren  soil  no  more, 
Sends  the  sweet  smell  of  grace  abroad. 
Where  serpents  lurk'd  before. 

4  The  soul  a  dreary  province  once, 

Of  Satan's  dark  domain, 
"Feels  a  new  empire  form'd  within. 
And  owns  a  heav'nly  reign 


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5  The  glorious  orb,  whose  golden  beams 

The  fruitful  year  control. 
Since  first  obedient  to  thy  word 
He  started  from  the  goal, 

6  Has  cheer'd  the  nations  with  the  joys 

His  orient  rays  impart; 
But  Jesus,  His  thy  light  alone 
Can  shine  upon  the  heart. 

99.  Freedom  from  Care, — y. 

1  While  I  liv'd  without  the  Lord, 

(If  I  might  be  said  to  live,) 
Nothing  could  relief  afford, 
Nothing  satisfaction  give. 

2  Empty  hopes  and  groundless  fear. 

Move  by  turns  my  anxious  mind; 
Like  a  feather  in  the  air, 

Made  the  sport  of  ev'ry  wind. 

3  Now  I  see  whatever  betide, 

All  is  well  if  Christ  be  mine; 
He  has  promis'd  to  provide, 
I  have  only  to  resign. 

4  When  a  sense  of  sin  and  thrall 

Forc'd  me  to  the  sinner's  friend, 
He  engag'd  to  manage  all, 
By  the  way  and  to  the  end. 

5  "  Cast,"  he  said,  "  on  me  thy  care, 

'Tis  enough  that  I  am  nigh: 
I  will  all  thy  burdens  bear, 
I  will  all  thy  wants  supply. 

6  Simply  follow  as  I  lead, 

Do  not  reason  but  believe; 
Call  on  me  in  time  of  need, 

Thou  shalt  surely  help  receive." 

7  Lord,  I  would,  I  do  submit, 

Gladly  yield  my  all  to  thee; 

What  thy  wisdom  sees  most  fit. 

Must  be  surely  best  for  me. 


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i  v  when  the  way  is  rough, 
And  the  coward  flesh  would  start. 
Let  thy  promise  and  thy  love 
Cheer  and  animate  my  heart. 

100.   The  Christian's  Prospect.— s, 

1  Happy  the  soul,  whose  wishes  climb 

To  mansions  in  the  skies! 
He  looks  on  all  the  joys  of  time 
With  unde siring-  eyes. 

2  In  vain  soft  pleasure  spreads  her  charm Bj 

And  throws  her  silken  chain: 
And  wealth  and  fame  invite  his  arms, 
And  tempt  his  ear  in  vain. 

3  He  knows  that  all  these  glittering  things 

Must  yield  to  sure  decay; 
And  sees,  on  time's  extended  wings, 
How  swift  they  fleet  away! 

4  To  things  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

A  beam  of  sacred  light 
Directs  his  views,  his  prospects  rise 
All  permanent  and  bright. 

5  His  hopes  still  fix'd  on  joys  to  come, 

Those  blissful  scenes  on  high, 
Shall  flourish  in  immortal  bloom, 
When  time  and  nature  die. 

6  O  were  these  heavenly  prospects  mine, 

These  pleasures  could  I  prove; 
Earth's  fleeting  views  I  would  resign, 
And  raise  my  hopes  above. 


CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 

101.  Divine  Love. — w, 
1   Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven  to  earth  come  down. 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 
All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown' 


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Jesus  thou  art  all  compassion; 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art? 
"Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  eyery  trembling  heart. 
Breathe!  oh  breathe  thy  loving1  spin" 

Into  every  troubled  breast! 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest  * 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning-, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be, 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 
Come,  Almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  grace  receive; 
Suddenly  return  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave; 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing", 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above; 
Pray  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing. 

Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

Finish  then  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be; 
Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation, 

Perfectly  restor'd  by  thee: — 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place,, 
Till  we  cast  our  crown  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise, 

102.  Faith.— n< 

1  Faith,  'tis  a  precious  grace, 

Where'er  it  is  bestow'd; 

It  boasts  of  a  celestial  birtb; 

And  is  the  gift  of  God. 

2  Jesus  it  owns,  a  King, 

An  all-atoning  Priest! 
It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 
But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 


C  To  him  it  leads  the  soul, 

When  fill'd  with  deep  distress; 
Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood, 
And  trusts  his  righteousness. 
4  Since  'tis  thy  work  alone, 
And  that  divinely  free; 
Lord  send  the  spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  work  this  faith  in  me. 

103.  A  Living  and  a  Bead  Faith. — c. 

1  The  Lord  receives  his  highest  praise 

From  humble  minds,  and  hearts  sincere; 
"While  all  the  loud  professor  says 
Offends  the  righteous  Judge's  ear. 

2  To  walk  as  children  of  the  day, 

To  mark  the  precept's  holy  light, 
To  wage  the  warfare,  watch  and  pray, 
Show  who  are  pleasing  in  his  sight. 

3  Not  words  alone  it  cost  the  Lord, 

To  purchase  pardon  for  his  own; 
Nor  will  a  soul  by  grace  restor'd, 
Return  the  Saviour  words  alone. 

4  With  golden  bells  the  priestly  vest, 

And  rich  pomegranates  bordered  round, 
The  need  of  holiness  express'd, 

And  call'd  for  fruit  as  well  as  sound. 

5  Easy  indeed,  it  were  to  reach 

A  mansion  in  the  courts  above, 
If  swelling  words  and  fluent  speech 
Might  serve  instead  of  faith  and  love. 
5  But  none  shall  gain  the  blissful  place, 
Or  God's  unclouded  glory  see, 
Who  talks  of  free  and  sov'reign  grace, 
Unless  that  grace  has  made  him  free! 

104.  Peace  of  Mind. — c.  w. 
1  Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height, 
Whose  depth  unfathom'd,  no  man  knows; 
I  see  from  far  thy  beauteous  light; 
Jn  secret  sigh  for  thy  repose; 


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My  heart  is  pain'd,  nor  can  it  be 
At  rest,  till  it  find  rest  in  thee. 

2  'Tis  mercy  all  that  thou  hast  brought 
My  soul  to  seek  its  peace  in  thee; 
Yet  while  I  seek,  but  find  thee  not, 
No  peace  that  wand'ring  soul  shall  see^ 
O  when  shall  all  my  wand'rings  end, 
And  all  my  steps  to  Jesas  tend? 

3  Is  there  a  thing*  beneath  the  sun 

That  strives  with  thee  my  heart  to  share ' 
Ah!  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 
The  Lord  of  ev'ry  motion  there! 
Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free. 
When  it  hath  found  repose  in  thee, 

4  Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away 
My  heart,  that  lowly  waits  thy  call.; 
Speak  to  my  inmost  soul,  and  say, 
"I  am  thy  love,  thy  God,  thy  all:" 
To  feel  thy  power,  to  hear  thy  voice. 
To  taste  thy  love  be  all  my  choice. 

105.  Peace  of  Mind. — i.  it. 

1  Come,  heavenly  peace  of  mind, 

I  sigh  for  thy  return, 
I  seek  but  cannot  find 

The  joys  for  which  I  mourn: 
Ah!  where's  the  Saviour  now, 

Whose  smiles  I  once  possess Yi 
Till  he  return,  I  bow, 

By  heaviest  grief  oppress'd. 
My  days  of  happiness  are  gone, 

And  I  am  left  to  weep  alone. 

2  I  tried  each  earthly  charm, 

In  pleasure's  haunts  I  stray'd^ 
I  sought  it's  soothing  balm, 

I  ask'd  the  world  it's  aid: 
But  ah!  no  balm  it  had 

To  heal  a  wounded  breast, 
And  I,  forlorn  and  sad, 

Must  seek  another  rest; 


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My  days  of  happiness  are  gone, 
And  1  am  left  to  weep  alone. 
3  Where  can  the  mourner  go, 

And  tell  his  tale  of  grief? 
Ah!  who  can  sooth  his  woe \ 

And  give  him  sweet  relief? 
Thou,  Jesus,  canst  impart, 

By  thy  long  wish'd  return, 
Ease  to  this  wounded  heart, 

And  bid  me  cease  to  mourn; 
Then  shall  this  night  of  sorrow  flee, 
And  I  rejoice,  my  Lord,  in  Thee. 

106.  Hope. — w. 

i  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies; 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes* 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all! 

4  There  shall  my  wand'ring,  weary  soul 

Find  her  eternal  rest; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast, 

107.  Charity. — b. 

1  Behold  where,  breathing  love  divine, 

Our  dying  Master  stands, 
His  weeping  followers,  gathering  round, 
Receive  his  last  commands. 

2  From  that  mild  Teacher's  parting  lips, 

What  tender  accents  fell! 
The  gentle  precept  which  he  gave 
Became  its  author  well. 


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3  u  Blest  is  the  man  whose  soft'ning  heart 

"  Feels  all  another's  pain; 
"  To  whom  the  supplicating"  eye 
"  Was  never  raised  in  vain. 

4  "  Whose  breast  expands  with  gen'rous  warmth, 

"  A  stranger's  woes  to  feel, 
6(  And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
"He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

5  "  He  spreads  his  kind  supporting  arms, 

"  To  every  child  of  grief; 
"  His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
"  And  brings  unask'd  relief. 

6  "To  gentle  offices  of  love 

"  His  feet  are  never  slow; 
"  He  views  through  mercy's  melting  eye 
"  A  brother  in  a  foe. 

7  "  Peace  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 

M  My  peace,  to  him  I  give; 
"  And,  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 
"  His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 

8  "  To  him  protection  shall  be  shown, 

"  And  mercy  from  above 
6C  Descend  on  those  who  thus  fulfil 
"  The  perfect  law  of  love." 

108.  Humility. — c.  w» 

1  Lord,  that  I  may  learn  of  Thee 
Give  me  true  simplicity: 
Wean  my  soul  and  keep  it  low. 
Willing  thee  alone  to  know. 

2  Teach  me,  Lord,  to  cast  aside 
All  that  feeds  the  creature's  pride . 
Not  to  man,  but  God  submit, 

Lay  my  reasonings  at  thy  feet, 

3  Of  my  boasted  wisdom  spoil'd, 
Docile,  helpless  as  a  child; 
Only  seeing  in  thy  light, 
Walking  only  in  thy  might, 


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4  Then  infuse  the  teaching*  grace. 
Spirit  of  truth  and  righteousness; 
Knowledge,  love  divine,  impart. 
Life  eternal  to  my  heart. 

109.   Humility. — w. 

1  Bless'd  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2  Bless'd  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart: 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 
S  Bless'd  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied,  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 
110.  Humility. 

1  Lord,  do  thou  thy  grace  impart: 
Poor  in  spirit,  meek  in  heart, 
Let  me  like  my  Saviour  be, 
Rooted  in  humility. 

2  From  the  time  that  thee  I  know, 
Nothing  may  I  seek  below; 
Aim  at  nothing  great  or  high, 
Lowly  both  in  heart  and  eye. 

3  Simple,  teachable  and  mild, 
Chang'd  into  a  little  child, 
Pleas'd  with  all  the  Lord  provides, 
Wean'd  from  all  the  world  besides. 

4  Saviour,  fix  my  soul  on  Thee, 
Ev'ry  evil  let  me  flee; 
Nothing  seek  beneath,  above, 
Happy  in  thy  boundless  love. 

5  O  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Ev'ry  good  in  Jesus  join'd! 
Him  iet  Israel  still  adore, 
Trust  and  praise  him  evermore. 


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111.  Brotherly  Love  and  Unity ■.— c.  w, 

1  Jesus,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, 
Let  us  in  thy  name  agree; 

Show  thyself  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Bid  our  jars  for  ever  cease. 

2  By  thy  reconciling  love, 
Ev'ry  stumbling  block  remove : 
Each  to  each  unite,  endear, 
Come  and  spread  thy  banner  here. 

3  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful  and  kind; 
Lowly,  meek  in  thought  and  word3 
Altogether  like  our  Lord. 

4  Let  us  each  for  other  care, 
Each  the  others  burden  bear; 
To  thy  church  the  pattern  give, 
Show  how  true  believers  live. 

5  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride5 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide; 

All  the  depths  of  love  express, 
All  the  heights  of  holiness. 

6  Let  vis  then  with  joy  remove 
To  the  family  above : 

On  the  wings  of  angels  fly; 

Show  how  true  believers  die, 
112.    Meekness. — s. 
Happy  the  meek  whose  gentle  breast, 
Clear  as  the  summer's  evening  ray. 
Calm  as  the  regions  of  the  blest, 
Enjoys  on  earth  celestial  day. 
His  heart  no  broken  friendships  sting, 
No  jars  his  peaceful  tent  invade; 
He  rests  beneath  the  Almighty  wing, 
Hostile  to  none,  of  none  afraid. 
Spirit  of  grace!  all  meek  and  mild, 
Inspire  our  breasts,  our  souls  possess; 
Repel  each  passion  rude  and  wild, 
And  bless  us  as  we  aim  to  bless, 


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113.  Resignation. — s. 

1  Father!  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies; 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise: 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  ev'ry  murmur  free; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  let  me  live  to  Thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine, 

My  life  and  death  attend, 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

114.   Trust  in  the  Lord. 

1  When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark  and  friends  are  few; 
On  him  I  lean,  who  not  in  vain 
Experienc'd  ev'ry  human  pain. 

He  sees  my  griefs,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  Tf  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heav'nly  wisdom's  narrow  way; 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  thing  I  would  not  do; 
Still  he  who  felt  temptation's  power, 
Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  If  wounded  love  my  bosom  swell, 
Despis'd  by  those  I  priz'd  too  well: 
He  shall  his  pitying  aid  bestow, 
"Who  felt  on  earth  severer  woe; 

At  once  betray'd,  denied,  or  fled, 
By  those  who  shar'd  his  daily  bread. 

4  When  painful  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And  sore  dismay'd  my  spirit  dies, 
Yet  he  who  once  vouchsaf 'd  to  hear 
The  sickening  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gentry  dry, 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming-  eye. 

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5  When  sorrowing'  o'er  some  tomb  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hands,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while; 

Thou  Saviour,  seest  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  thou  did'st  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead, 

6  And  oh !  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  ev'ry  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed — for  thou  hast  died; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

115.  Resignation, — c. 

1  O  God!  whose  thunder  shakes  the  sky, 

Whose  eye  this  atom-globe  surveys, 
To  thee,  my  only  Rock,  I  fly, 

Thy  mercy  in  thy  justice  praise: — 
The  mystic  mazes  of  thy  will, 

The  shadows  of  celestial  night, 
Are  past  the  pow'rs  of  human  skill; 

But  what  the  Eternal  acts,  is  right. 

2  Oh,  teach  me,  in  the  trying  hour, 

When  anguish  swells  the  dewy  tear 
To  still  my  sorrows,  own  thy  pow'r — 

Thy  goodness  love,  thy  justice  fear: — 
If  in  this  bosom  aught  but  thee, 

Encroaching  sought  a  boundless  sway, 
Omniscience  could  the  danger  see, 

And  mercy  take  the  cause  away. 

3  Then  why,  my  soul,  dost  thou  complain; 

Why  drooping  seek  the  dark  recess } 
Shake  off  the  melancholy  chain, 

For  God  created  all  to  bless. — 
But,  ah!  my  breast  is  human  still; 

The  rising  sigh,  the  falling  tear,  - 
My  languid  vitals'  feeble  rill, 

The  sickness  of  my  soul  declare. 


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4  But  yet  with  fortitude  resign'd, 

I'll  thank  the  inftictor  of  the  blow; 
Forbid  the  sigh,  compose  my  mind, 
Nor  let  the  gush  of  misery  flow : — 
The  gloomy  mantle  of  the  night, 

Which  on  my  sinking  spirit  steals, 
Will  vanish  at  the  morning  light, 
Which  God,  my  orient  Sun,  reveals. 
116.  For  Resignation. — b. 

1  Thou  power  supreme,  whose  mighty  scheme 
These  woes  of  mine  fulfil, 

Here  firm  I  rest;  they  must  be  best, 
Because  they  are  thy  will. 

2  Then — all  I  want — O,  do  thou  grant 
This  one  request  of  mine! 

Since  to  enjoy  thou  dost  deny, 
Assist  me  to  resign! 

117.  Submission. — c. 

1  O  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfil, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort,  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears! 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears ' 

3  No;  rather  let  me  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  thee; 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favour  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engag'd  to  grant; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way: 

Shall  I  resist  them  both } 
A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crush' d  before  the  moth, 


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6  But  ah!  my  inward  spirit  cries, 
Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway; 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

118.  Submission. 

1  Submissive  to  thy  will,  my  God, 

I  all  to  thee  resign; 
And  bow  before  thy  chast'ning  rod, 
I  mourn,  but  not  repine. 

2  Why  should  my  foolish  heart  complain,., 

When  wisdom,  truth,  and  love, 
Direct  the  stroke,  inflict  the  pain, 
And  point  to  joys  above. 

3  How  short  are  all  my  sufferings  here ! 

How  needful. every  cross! 
Away  my  unbelieving  fear, 
Nor  call  my  gain  a  loss. 

4  Then  give,  dear  Lord,  or  take  away, 

I'll  bless  thy  sacred  name; 
My  Jesus,  yesterday,  to-day, 
For  ever — is  the  same. 

119.  An  Undivided  Heart. 

1  Lord,  make  me  faithful  to  my  call, 
In  heart  still  truly  give  up  all, 

Myself  to  thee  resign; 
When  dangers  threaten  me  around. 
Invincible  may  I  be  found, 

Never  thy  will  decline. 

2  My  feet  with  holy  oil  anoint, 

The  destin'd  path  thou  dost  appoint, 

Gladly  I  then  will  tread: 
Bedew  it  with  a  genial  shower, 
into  my  heart  thy  influence  pour, 

With  hidden  manna  fed. 


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3  A  single  eye,  a  faithful  heart, 
My  Father  to  thy  child  impart, 

In  every  trying*  hour; 
Reasoning's,  tormenting*  thoughts,  prevent, 
Still  keep  my  eye  on  thee  intent, 

Till  faith  shall  sight  o'erpow'r. 

120.   The  Pure  Heart.— vr. 

1  Oh,  for  a  heart  to  praise  the  Lord, 

A  heart  from  guilt  set  free, — 
A  heart  that's  sprinkled  with  the  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me. 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean, 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 

And  filled  with  love  divine; 
Perfect  and  right,  and  pure  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart, — 

Come  quickly  from  above, — 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  love. 

121.   Growing  in  Grace. — d. 

1  Praise  to  thy  name,  eternal  God, 

For  all  the  grace  thou  shedd'st  abroad ; 
For  all  thy  influence  from  above, 
To  warm  our  souls  with  sacred  love. 

2  Bless'd  be  thy  hand,  which  from  the  skies 
Brought  down  this  plant  of  Paradise: 
And  gave  its  heavenly  beauties  birth, 

To  deck  this  wilderness  of  earth. 


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3  But  why  does  that  celestial  flow'r 
Open,  and  thrive,  and  shine  no  more? 
Where  are  its  balmy  odours  fled? 
And  why  reclines  its  beauteous  head? 

4  Too  plain,  alas!  the  languor  shows 
Th  unkindly  soil  in  which  it  grows; 
Where  the  black  frost  and  beating  storm. 
Wither  and  rend  its  tender  form. 

5  Unchanging  Sun,  thy  beams  display, 
To  drive  the  frost  and  storms  away; 
Make  all  thy  potent  virtues  known, 
To  cheer  a  plant  so  much  thy  own. 

6  And  thou,  blest  Spirit,  deign  to  blow 
Fresh  gales  of  heaven  on  shrubs  below; 
So  shall  they  grow,  and  breathe  abroad 
A  fragrance  grateful  to  our  God. 


OCCASIONAL  SUBJECTS. 

122.  A  Mvrning  Hymn. 

%  Arise,  my  soul,  with  joy  arise, 
In  trembling  rapture  to  adore 
The  awful  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 

Whose  mercy  grants  me  one  day  more. 
2-  Oh,  may  this  day,  indulgent  Power, 
Nor  idly  spent,  nor  useless  be; 
But  may  each  swiftly-flying  hour 
Draw  me,  in  nearer  love,  to  thee. 

3  And  will  the  eternal  Power  divine, 

Whose  throne  is  light's  unbounded  blaze- 
Whilst  countless  worlds,  and  angels  join 
To  swell  the  varying  song  of  praise, — 

4  Oh,  will  he  lend  the  listening  ear, 

When  abject  mortals  feebly  pray? 
The  feeblest  prayer  he  stoops  to  hear; 
JSTor  casts  the  meanest  wretch  away. 


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5  Then  let  me  serve  thee  all  my  days, 

Whilst  love  and  zeal  with  years  increase. 
For  pleasant,  Lord,  are  all  thy  ways; 
Jehovah!  all  thy  paths  are  peace, 

123.  A  Morning  Hymn. — t, 

%  Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  light; 
Sun  of  righteousness  arise, 
Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night; 
Day-spring  from  on  high  be  near, 
Day-star  in  my  heart  appear! 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 
Unaccompanied  by  thee; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 
Till  thy  mercy* s  beams  I  see: 
Till  thou  inward  light  impart, 
Glad  my  eyes  and  warm  my  heart. 

3  Visit  then  this  soul  of  mine, 
Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief ; 
Fill  me,  radiancy  divine, 
Scatter  all  my  unbelief, 

More  and  more  thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

124.  Evening  Hymn. — f. 

1J  Sleep,  downy  sleep,  come  close  mine  eyes 
Tir'd  with  beholding  vanities; 
"Welcome  sweet  sleep  that  drives  away 
The  toils,  and  follies  of  the  day. 

2  On  thy  soft  bosom  will  I  lie, 
Forget  the  world,  and  learn  to  die; — - 
O  Israel's  watchful  Shepherd  spread 
Thine  angel  wings  around  my  bed. 

3  Clouds  and  thick  darkness  veil  my  throne, 
Its  awful  glories  all  unknown; 

O  dart  from  thence  one  cheering  ray. 
And  turn  my  midnight  into  day 


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4  Thus  when  the  morn,  in  crimson  dress'd 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 
My  grateful  songs  of  praise  shall  rise, 
Like  fragrant  incense  to  the  skies. 
125.  Evening. — s. 

1  Soft  season  of  repose, 

Thy  sable  curtains  spread, 
Come,  downy  sleep,  and  stretch  thy  wings 
Around  my  weary  head. 

2  But  ah!  the  lawless  range 

With  which  my  thoughts  have  stray'd> 
Through  mazy  paths  of  sense  and  sin, 
From  morn  to  evening  shade. 

3  Ah!  born  to  nobler  ends, 

My  soul,  no  more  pursue 

These  fleeting  vanities  of  life, 

But  bid  the  world  adieu. 

4  Thy  pity,  Gracious  God, 

Thy  pardon  I  implore; 
Oh,  heal  these  follies  of  my  mind, 
And  aid  me  with  thy  power. 

5  Be  thou  my  friendly  guard, 

While  slurmVring  on  my  bed; 
And  with  thy  sacred  teachings,  fill 
The  visions  of  my  head. 

6  Devoted  to  thy  fear, 

Thy  service  and  thy  praise; 
My  God,  I  would  be  wholly  thine. 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 

126.  A  Midnight  Hymn. 

1  "When  restless  on  my  bed  I  lie, 

Still  courting  sleep,  which  still  doth  fly. 
Then  shall  reflection's  brighter  pow'r 
Illuminate  the  midnight  hour. 

2  If  hush'd  the  breeze,  and  calm  the  tide, 
Soft  will  the  stream  of  mem'ry  glide: 
And  all  the  past,  a  gentle  train, 
Wak'd  by  remembrance,  live  again 


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3  Perhaps  that  anxious  friend  I  trace, 
Belov'd  till  life's  last  throb  shall  cease: 
Whose  voice  first  taught  a  Saviour's  worth, 
A  future  bliss  unknown  on  earth ; 

4  His  faithful  counsel,  tender  care, 
Unwearied  love,  and  humble  pray'r; 
O,  these  still  claim  the  grateful  tear, 
And  all  my  drooping  courage  cheer, 

5  If  loud  the  wind,  the  tempest  high, 
And  darkness  wrap  the  sullen  sky, 
I  muse  on  life's  tempestuous  sea, 
And  sigh,  O  Lord,  for  rest  in  Thee. 

6  Toss'd  on  the  deep  and  swelling  wave, 
O,  mark  my  trembling  soul  and  save; 
O,  spread  beneath  the  eternal  arm, 
Then  wildest  billows  cannot  harm, 

127.  New  year's  Hymn. — x, 

1  While  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sum 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here : — 
Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below 

We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies, 
Speedily  the  mark  to  find, 

As  the  light'ning  from  the  skies 
Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind: 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream, 
Upwards,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 
Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew; 
Teach  us,  henceforth,  how  to  live 
With  eternity  in  view.- 
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Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old, 
Fill  us  with  a  Saviours  love; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told,. 
May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

128.  New  year's  Hymn. — s. 

1  Time  with  an  unwearied  hand 

Pushes  round  the  seasons  fast, 
And  in  life's  frail  glass  the  sand 

Sinks  apace,  not  long  to  last; — 
Many,  as  well  as  you  or  I, 

Who  last  year  assembl'd  thus, 
In  their  silent  graves  now  lie, — 

Graves  will  open  soon  for  us. 

2  Daily  sin,  and  care,  and  strife, 

While  the  Lord  prolongs  our  breath. 
Make  it  but  a  dying  life, 

Or  a  kind  of  living  death: 
Wretched  they,  and  most  forlorn, 

Who  no  better  portion  know; 
Better  ne'er  to  have  been  born, 

Than  to  have  our  all  below. 

3  When  constrain'd  to  go  alone, 

Leaving  all  you  love  behind, 
Ent'ring  on  a  world  unknown, — 

What  will  then  support  your  mind' 
When  the  Lord  his  summons  sends, 

Earthly  comforts  lose  their  power: 
Honour,  riches,  kindred,  friends, 

Cannot  soothe  a  dying  hour. 

4  Happy  souls,  who  fear  the  Lord, 

Time  is  not  too  swift  for  you; 
When  your  Saviour  gives  the  word, 

Glad  you'll  bid  the  world  adieu: 
Then  he'll  wipe  away  your  tears, 

Near  himself  appoint  your  place; 
Swifter  fly  ye  rolling  years; 

Lord,  we  long  to  see  thy  face. 


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129.   Waiting  for  Spring. — it. 

1  Though  cloudy  skies  and  northern  blasts 

Retard  the  gentle  spring-  awhile; 

The  sun  will  conq'ror  prove  at  last, 

And  nature  wear  a  vernal  smile. 

2  The  promise  which,  from  age  to  age, 

Has  brought  the  changing  seasons  round, 
Again  shall  calm  the  winter's  rage, 
Perfume  the  air,  and  paint  the  ground. 

3  The  virtue  of  that  first  command, 

Is  still  permitted  to  prevail; 
That  while  the  earth  itself  shall  stand, 
The  spring  and  summer  will  not  fail, 

4  Such  changes  are  for  us  decreed; — 

Believers  have  their  winters  too; 
But  spring  shall  certainly  succeed, 
And  all  their  former  life  renew. 

5  Winter  and  spring  have  each  their  use, 

And  each  in  turn,  his  people  know, 

One  kills  the  weeds  their  hearts  produce, 

The  other  makes  their  graces  grow. 

6  Though  like  dead  trees  awhile  they  seem, 

Vet  having  life  within  their  root, 
The  welcome  spring's  reviving  beam 

Draws  forth  their  blossoms,  leaves,  and  fruit, 

7  But  if  the  tree  indeed  be  dead, 

It  feels  no  change  though  spring  return; 
Its  leafless,  naked,  barren  head, 
Proclaims  it  only  fit  to  burn. 
$  Dear  Lord,  afford  our  souls  a  spring, 

Thou  know'st  our  winter  has  been  long; 
Shine  forth  and  warm  our  hearts  to  sing, 
And  thy  rich  grace  shall  be  our  song, 

130.   Spring. — n. 
1  Pleasing  spring  again  is  here; 
Trees  and  fields  in  bloom  appear! 
Hark!  the  birds  with  artless  lays. 
Warble  their  Creator's  praise : 


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Where,  in  winter,  all  was  snow, 
Now  the  flow'rs  in  clusters  grow; 
And  the  corn  in  green  array, 
Promises  a  harvest  day. 

2  What  a  change  has  taken  place; 
Emblem  of  the  spring  of  grace; 
How  the  soul  in  winter  mourns; 
Till  the  Lord,  the  Sun,,  returns; 
Till  the  Spirit's  gentle  rain 
Bids  the  heart  revive  again; 
Then  the  stone  is  turn'd  to  flesh, 
And  each  grace  springs  forth  afresh. 

3  Lord,  afford  a  spring  to  me ! 
Let  me  feel  like  what  I  see? 
Ah!  my  winter  has  been  long, 
Chill'd  my  hopes,  and  stopp'd  my  song; 
Winter  threaten'd  to  destroy 

Faith  and  love,  and  ev'ry  joy: 
If  thy  life  was  in  the  root, 
Still  I  could  not  yield  the  fruit. 

4  Speak,  and  by  thy  gracious  voice 
Make  my  dooping  soul  rejoice; 
Oh,  beloved  Saviour,  haste, 
Tell  me  all  the  storms  are  past: — 
On  thy  garden  deign  to  smile, 
Raise  the  plants,  enrich  the  soil; 
Soon  thy  presence  will  restore 
Life  to  what  seem'd  dead  before. 

5  Lord,  I  long  to  be  at  home, 
Where  these  changes  never  come! 
Where  the  saints  no  winter  fear! 
Where  'tis  spring  throughout  the  year! 
How  unlike  this  state  below; 

There  the  flow'rs  unwith'ring  blow; 
There  no  chilling  blasts  annoy ! 
All  is  love,  and  bloom,  and  joy. 


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131.   On  the  Holy  Scriptures. — e. 

1  The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  Word, 

And  brings  the  truth  to  sight; 
Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 

2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age, — 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

3  The  hand  that  gave  thee  still  supplies, 

The  gracious  light  and  heat, 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

4  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  .of  heavenly  day, 

5  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view, 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

132.   The  World.—*,  j.g. 

1  Whilst  lost  in  universal  dream, 

The  giddy  crowd  is  hurl'd 
Along  the  gaily  eddying  stream 
Of  this  deceitful  world; 

2  Jesus,  in  secret  still  to  thee 

Oh!  point  my  holier  way, — 
Bid  me  from  each  gay  chain  be  free, 
To  own  a  Saviour's  sway: 

3  Bid  me  beneath  thy  parent  wing 

Still,  Lord,  in  peace  remain; 
So  every  charm  the  world  can  bring' 
Shall  tempt  me  all  in  vain. 

4  So  shall  my  soul  to  heaven  above, 

To  thee  in  heaven,  aspire; 
So  thy  celestial  light  and  love 
Be  all  that  soul's  desire. 


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133.   The  Child  of  the  Lord.~i.  J,  g. 

1  How  bless'd  is  the  child  of  the  Lord, 

When  taught  of  the  Father  to  run, 
When  led  by  the  light  of  his  word, 
And  cheer'd  by  the  beams  of  his  sun. 

2  He  listens  with  fear  and  delight, 

To  hear  what  the  master  shall  say; 
He  sleeps  in  his  bosom  all  night, 
And  walks  in  his  love  all  the  day. 

3  Though  terrors  may  compass  him  round, 

And  wildly  the  tempests  may  blow, 
He  fears  not,  the  rock  he  has  found, 
That  rock  he  will  never  forego. 

4  'Tis  true  that  his  pilgrimage  here 

Is  chequer' d  with  sorrows  and  fears; 
'Tis  true  that  the  cross  he  must  bear, 
And  weep  in  this  valley  of  tears: 

5  But  patience,  submission,  and  love, 

Can  sweeten  the  bitterest  hours; 
And  hope,  from  the  heav'n  above, 

Still  shines,  when  the  hurricane  low'rs* 

6  Temptation,  'tis  true  will  assail, 

And  trial  without  and  within; 
And  deeply  his  soul  must  bewail 
For  inward  corruption  and  sin. 

7  But  the  rags  he  once  counted  his  own, 

Are  consumed  in  celestial  flame, 
And  a  mantle  is  over  him  thrown, 

Wash'd  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

134.    Worldly  Happiness  Deceitful. 

1  No  longer  I  follow  a  sound; 

No  longer  a  dream  I  pursue; 
O  happiness!  not  to  be  found, 
Unattainable  treasure,  adieu! 

2  I  have  sought  thee  in  splendor  and  dress, 

In  the  regions  of  pleasure  and  taste; 

Have  sought  thee,  and  seem'd  to  possess, 

But  have  prov'd  thee  a  vision  at  last. 


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3  An  humble  ambition  and  hope 

The  voice  of  true  wisdom  inspires; 
'Tis  sufficient  if  peace  be  the  scope 
And  the  summit  of  all  our  desires. 

4  Peace  may  be  the  lot  of  the  mind, 

That  seeks  it  in  meekness  and  love. 
But  rapture  and  bliss  are  confin'd 
To  the  glorified  spirits  above. 

135.  The  Nightingale.* — r. 

1  As  I  linger'd  last  night  near  the  hazelwood  seat. 

To  feast  on  the  music  of  Philomel's  song-, 

Methought  that  the  strain  was  unusually  sweet, 

And  tho'  tender  as  ever  unusually  strong. 

2  I  approached  her,  but  much  did  I  marvel  to  view. 

That  on  a  rude  thorn  bush  she  pillowed  her 

breast, 
And  that  sweeter  and  stronger  the  melody  grew, 
As  near  and  more  near  to  its  sharp  point  she 

pressed. 

3  Like  thee  is  the  worldling,  I  said  with  a  sigh, 

There  is  mirth  on  his  lips,  but  there's  grief  in 
his  heart, 
And  often  when  pleasure  beams  bright  in  his  eye. 
There  lurks  in  the  soul,  a  thorn's  fest'ring  smart. 

4  More  like  thee  the  Christian,  in  seasons  of  night, 

On  the  rude  thorns  of  this  world,  his  breast  he 

must  lean; 
But  still  he  can  lean  with  a  hymn  of  delight, 
And  his  song  is  most  sweet,  when  the  thorns 

are  most  keen. 

136.  Self-examination. — ». 
1  Thy  piercing  eye,  O  God,  surveys 

The  various  windings  of  our  ways; 
Teach  us  their  tendency  to  know, 
And  try  the  paths  in  which  we  go. 

*  Founded  on  the  popular  tradition,  that  this  hird  in  the  ab- 
sence of  its  mate  chooses  a  thorn  for  its  resting  place,  and  leans  its 
breast  upon  the  prickly  points. 


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2  How  wild,  how  crooked  have  they  been; 
A  maze  of  foolishness  and  sin! 

With  all  the  light  we  vainly  boast, 
Leaving1  our  guide,  our  souls  are  lost. 

3  Oh,  turn  us  back  to  thee  again, 

Or  we  shall  search  our  ways  in  vain; 
Thou,  all  our  faint  desire  fulfil, 
And  lead  us  to  thy  holy  hill. 

137.   On  the  light  of  the  Gospel. — w. 

1  Behold  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diviner  light; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  Ah,  gracious  God!  how  plain 

The  precepts  thou  hast  given; 
Oh,  may  I  never  read  in  vain; 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 

4  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey; 
Oh,  send  thy  spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me  lest  I  stray. 

138.  On  the  death  of  a  Child.—*. 

1  Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour; 

How  soon  the  vapour  flies! 

Man  is  a  tender  transient  flower, 

That  e'en  in  blooming  dies. 

2  Death  spreads  like  winter's  frozen  arms, 

And  beauty  smiles  no  more: 
Ah!  where  are  now  those  rising  charms 
Which  pleas'd  our  eyes  before? 

3  The  once  lov'd  form  now  cold  and  dead, 

Each  mournful  thought  employs; 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  withered  all  her  joys. 


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A  But  wait  the  interposing  gloom, 
Behold!  stern  winter  flies; 
And  drest  in  beauty's  fairest  bloom, 
The  flowery  tribes  arise. 

5  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time: 

When  what  we  now  deplore, 

Shall  rise  in  full  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

6  Cease  then,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears, 

Religion  points  on  high; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
And  joys  that  cannot  die. 

139.  On  the  same  subject.— j.  c. 
Yes,  thou  art  fled,  and  saints  a  welcome  sing; 
Thine  infant  spirit  soars  on  angel  wing; 
Our  dark  affection  might  have  hop'd  thy  stay, 
The  voice  of  God  has  call'd  the  child  away — 
Like  Samuel  early  in  the  temple  found — 
Sweet  rose  of  Sharon,  plant  of  holy  ground, 
Oh!  more  than  Samuel  blessed,  to  thee  is  given 
The  God  he  served  on  earth,  to  serve  in  heaven, 

140.  On  the  same  subject. — c. 

"Let  me  go,  for  the  day  breaketh." 

1  Cease  here  longer  to  detain  me, 

Fondest  mother  drown'd  in  woe, 
Now  thy  kind  caresses  pain  me, 
Morn  advances — let  me  go. 

2  See  yon  orient  streak  appearing! 

Harbinger  of  endless  day; 
Hark!  a  voice  the  darkness  cheering, 
Calls  my  new-born  soul  away! 
•3  Lately  launched,  a  trembling  stranger, 
On  the  world's  v/ild  boisterous  flood, 
Pierc'd  with  sorrows,  toss'd  with  danger, 
Gladly  I  return  to  God. 
4  Now  my  cries  shall  cease  to  grieve  thee, 
Now  my  trembling  heart  find  rest: 


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Kinder  arms  than  thine  receive  me, 
Softer  pillow  than  thy  breast. 

5  Weep  not  o'er  these  eyes  that  languish,     • 

Upward  turning1  towards  their  home: 
Raptur'd  they'll  forget  all  anguish, 
While  they  wait  to  see  thee  come. 

6  There,  my  mother,  pleasures  centre — 

Weeping,  parting,  care  or  woe, 
Ne'er  our  Father's  house  shall  ^nter — 
Morn  advances — let  me  go. — 

7  As,  through  this  calm,  this  holy  dawning, 

Silent  glides  my  parting  breath 
To  an  everlasting  morning, — 
Gently  close  my  eyes  in  death. 

8  Blessings  endless,  richest  blessings, 

Pour  their  streams  upon  my  heart! 
(Though  no  language  yet  possessing,) 
Breathes  my  spirit  e'er  we  part. 

9  Yet  to  leave  thee  son-owing  rends  me, 

Though  again  his  voice  I  hear: 
Rise !  may  every  grace  attend  thee, 
Rise!  and  seek  to  meet  me  there. 

141.  On  the  death  of  a  Believer. — sr. 

1  In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 

The  moment  after  death, 
The  glories  that  surround  the  saints 
When  yielding  up  their  breath. 

2  One  gentle  sigh  their  fetters  breaks; 

We  scarce  can  say  they're  gone, 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 
Her  mansion  near  the  throne. 

3  Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail 

To  trace  her  in  her  flight; 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  veil 
Which  hides  that  world  of  light. 

4  Thus  much  (and  this  is  all)  we  know, 

They  are  completely  blest; 


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Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  woe. 
And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

5  On  harps  of  gold  they  praise  his  name, 

His  face  they  always  view, 
Then  let  us  followers  be  of  them, 
That  we  may  praise  him  too. 

6  Their  faith  and  patience,  love  and  zeal, 

Should  make  their  mem'ry  dear; 
And,  Lord,  do  thou  the  pray'rs  fulfil 
They  offered  for  us  here ! 

7  While  they  have  gain'd,  we  losers  are, 

We  miss  them  day  by  day; 
But  thou  canst  every  breach  repair, 
And  wipe  our  tears  away, 

8  We  pray,  as  in  Elisha's  case, 

When  great  Elijah  went, 
May  double  portions  of  thy  grace 
On  us,  who  stay,  be  sent. 

142.   On  the  Death  of  a  Christian, 

1  Rejoice  for  a  brother  deceas'd, 

Our  loss  is  his  infinite  gain; 
A  soul  out  of  prison  released, 

And  freed  from  its  bodily  chain; 
With  songs  let  us  follow  his  flight, 

And  mount  with  his  spirit  above, 
Escap'd  to  the  mansions  of  light, 

And  lodg'd  in  the  Eden  of  love. 

2  Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gain'd, 

Out-flying  the  tempest  and  wind; 
His  rest  he  hath  sooner  obtain'd, 

And  left  his  companions  behind; 
Still  toss'd  on  a  sea  of  distress, 

Hard  toiling  to  make  the  blest  shore, 
AVhere  all  is  assurance  and  peace, 

And  sorrow  and  sin  are  no  more. 

3  There  all  the  ship's  company  meet, 

Who  sail'd  with  the  Saviour  beneath,, 
With  shouting  each  other  they  greet, 
And  triumph  o'er  trouble  and  death; 


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Tlie  voyage  of  life's  at  an  end, 

The  mortal  affliction  is  past, 
The  age  that  in  heaven  they  spend, 

For  ever  and  ever  shall  last. 
143.  The  Death  Bed  of  a  Penitent  Sinner* — j.  j. 

1  Jesus,  still  will  I  adore  thee, 

Well  thou  know'st  a  sinner's  heart, 
All  my  wounds  are  fresh  before  thee, 
Thou  alone  canst  heal  their  smart. 

2  Thou  alone  thy  balm  applying, 

Canst  this  aching  pang  relieve; 
Balm  that  thou  hast  bought  with  dying, 
Give  and  teach  me  to  receive. 

3  Thou  of  all-sufficient  merit; 

May  the  blood  that  from  thee  flow'd, 
May  thy  purifying  spirit, 

Be  upon  this  heart  bestow'd. 

4  Ah!  how  deeply  am  I  wounded, 

Spoil'd  by  Satan,  pierc'd  by  sin, 
And  hath  love  for  me  abounded? 
Hark!  a  Saviour  speaks  within. 

5  !'  Sinner!  yes  my  love  is  tow'rds  thee, 

Everlasting  and  divine; 
Endless  hope  it  yet  affords  thee, 
Seek  it,  take  it,  I  am  thine." 

6  And  will  thou  be  mine  forever? 

Shall  I  live  with  thee  and  reign } 
Come,  these  mould'ring  chains  to  sevef, 
Come,  for  death  to  me  is  gain. 

144.  On  the  Death  of  a  Minister. — c 

1  His  master  taken  from  his  head, 

Elisha  saw  him  go; 
And  in  desponding  accents  said, 
"  Ah!  what  must  Israel  do?" 

2  But  he  forgot  the  Lord,  who  lifts 

The  beggar  to  his  throne; 
Nor  knew  that  all  Elijah's  gifts 
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3  What,  when  a  Paul  has  run  his  course, 

Or  when  Apollos  dies, 
Is  Israel  left  without  resource  ? 
And  have  we  no  supplies } 

4  Yes;  while  the  dear  Redeemer  lives, 

We  have  a  boundless  store; 
And  shall  be  fed  with  what  he  gives, 
Who  lives  for  evermore. 

145.   The  Tolling  Bell—  m. 

1  Oft  as  the  bell,  with  solemn  toll, 
Speaks  the  departure  of  a  soul: 
Let  each  one  ask  himself,  "  Am  I 
Prepar'd,  should  I  be  call'd  to  die.5'5 

2  Only  this  frail  and  fleeting  breath 
Preserves  me  from  the  jaws  of  death 
Soon  as  it  fails,  at  once  I'm  gone, 
And  plunged  into  a  world  unknown. 

3  Then  leaving  all  I  lov'd  below, 
To  God's  tribunal  I  must  go; 

Must  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  fate, 
And  fix  my  everlasting  state. 

4  Lord,  Jesus!  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  seek  my  hope  alone  in  thee; 
Apply  thy  blood,  thy  Spirit  give, 
Subdue  my  sin,  and  let  me  live. 

5  Then  when  the  solemn  bell  I  hear, 
If  sav'd  from  guilt,  I  need  not  fear; 
Nor  would  the  thought  distressing*  be^ 
Perhaps  it  next  may  toll  for  me. 

6  Rather  my  spirit  would  rejoice, 
And  long  and  wish  to  hear  thy  voice: 
Glad  when  it  bids  me  earth  resign, 
Secure  of  heav'n,  if  thou  art  mine. 

146.    The  Enchantment  Dissolved. — c. 
1  Blinded  in  youth  by  Satan's  arts, 
The  world,  to  our  unpractis'd  hearts, 
A  flattering  prospect  shows, 


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Our  fancy  forms  a  thousand  schemes. 
Of  gay  delights,  and  golden  dreams/ 

And  undisturb'd  repose. 
So  in  the  desert's  dreary  waste, 
By  magic  pow'r  produc'd  in  haste, 

(As  ancient  fables  say,) 
Castles,  and  groves,  and  music  sweet, 
The  senses  of  the  traveller  meet, 

And  stop  him  in  his  way. 
But  while  he  listens  with  surprise, 
The  charm  dissolves,  the  vision  dies, 

*Twas  but  enchanted  ground: 
Thus  if  the  Lord  our  spirit  touch, 
The  world  which  promised  us  so  much, 

A  wilderness  is  found. 
At  first  we  start  and  feel  distress'd, 
Convinc'd  we  never  can  have  rest, 

In  such  a  wretched  place; 
But  he  whose  mercy  breaks  the  charm, 
Reveals  his  own  almighty  arm, 

And  bids  us  seek  his  face. 
Then  we  begin  to  live  indeed, 
When  from  our  sin  and  bondage  freed 

By  this  beloved  friend; 
We  follow  him  from  day  to  day, 
Assur'd  of  grace  through  all  the  way, 

And  glory  at  the  end. 

147.  A  Chamber  Hymn, — t. 
What  though  my  frail  eyelids  refuse 

Continual  watching  to  keep, 
And  punctual  as  midnight  renews, 

Demand  the  refreshment  of  sleep ; 
A  sovereign  protector  I  have, 

Unseen,  yet  for  ever  at  hand, — 
Unchangeably  faithful  to  save, 

Almighty  to  rule  and  command. 
From  evil  secure  and  its  dread, 

I  rest,  if  my  Saviour  is  nigh, 
And  songs  his  kind  presence  indeed 

Shall  in  the  night-season  supply:— 


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He  smiles,  and  my  comforts  abound; 

His  grace  as  the  dew  shall  descend; 
And  walls  of  salvation  surround 

The  soul  he  delights  to  defend, 
3  Inspirer  and  hearer  of  pray'r, 

Thou  keeper  and  guardian  of  thine, 
My  all  to  thy  covenant  care 

I  sleeping1  and  waking*  resign: 
If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 

The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me; 
And  fast  as  the  moments  roll  on, 

They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 

148.    The  Loadstone. — n. 

1  As  needles  point  towards  the  pole, 

When  touch'd  by  the  magnetic  stone : 
So  faith  in  Jesus  gives  the  soul 
A  tendency  before  unknown. 

2  Till  then,  by  blinded  passions  led, 

In  search  of  fancied  good  we  range, 
The  paths  of  disappointment  tread, 
To  nothing  fix'd,  but  love  of  change. 

3  But  when  the  Holy  Ghost  imparts 

A  knowledge  of  the  Saviour's  love, 
Our«wand'ring,  weary,  restless  hearts, 
Are  fix'd  at  once,  no  more  to  rove. 

4  Now  a  new  principle  takes  place, 

Which  guides  and  animates  the  will: 
This  love,  another  name  for  grace. 
Constrains  to  good,  and  bars  from  ill. 

5  By  love's  pure  light  we  soon  perceive 

Our  noblest  bliss  and  proper  end; 
And  gladly  ev'ry  idol  leave, 

To  love  and  serve  our  Lord  and  Friend. 

6  Thus  borne  along  by  faith  and  hope, 

We  feel  the  Saviour's  words  are  true; 
''And  I,  if  I  be  lifted  up, 
Will  draw  my  followers  upward  too." 


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149.  Lightning  in  the  Night. — jr. 

1  A  glance  from  heav'n  with  sweet  effect, 

Sometimes  my  pensive  spirit  cheers; 
But  ere  I  can  my  thoughts  collect, 
As  suddenly  it  disappears, 

2  So  lightning*  in  the  gloom  of  night, 

Affords  a  momentary  day, 
Disclosing  objects  full  in  sight, 

Which,  soon  as  seen,  are  snatch'd  away, 

3  Ah!  what  avail  these  pleasing  scenes! 

They  do  but  aggravate  my  pain; 

While  darkness  quickly  intervenes, 

And  swallows  up  my  joys  again. 

4  But  shall  I  murmur  at  relief? 

Though  short,  it  was  a  precious  view, 
Sent  to  control  my  unbelief, 

And  prove  that  what  I  read  was  true. 

5  The  lightning's  flash  did  not  create 

The  op  ning  prospect  it  reveal'd; 
But  only  show  d  the  real  state 

Of  what  the  darkness  had  conceal'd. 

6  Just  so,  we  by  a  glimpse  discern 

The  glorious  things  within  the  veil; 
That,  when  in  darkness,  we  may  learn, 
To  live  by  faith,  till  light  prevail. 

7  The  Lord  s  great  day  will  soon  advance,  * 

Dispersing  all  the  shades  of  night; 
Then  we  no  more  shall  need  a  glance, : 
But  see  by  an  eternal  light. 

150.    The  Rainbow. — sr. 

1  When  the  sun  with  cheerful  beams 
Smiles  upon  a  low'ring  sky, 

Soon  its  aspect  soften'd  seems, 
And  a  rainbow  meets  the  eye; 
While  the  sky  remains  serene, 
This  bright  arch  is  never  seen. 

2  Thus  the  Lord's  supporting  power 
Brightest  to  his  saints  appears, 


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When  affliction's  threatening*  hour 
Fills  the  sky  with  clouds  and  fears; 
He  can  wonders  then  perform, 
Paint  a  rainbow  on  the  storm. 

3  All  their  graces  doubly  shine, 
When  their  troubles  press  them  sore; 
Then  the  promises  divine, 

Give  them  joys  unknown  before: 

As  the  colours  of  the  bow 

To  the  cloud  their  brightness  owe. 

4  Favour'd  John  a  rainbow  saw, 
Circling"  round  a  throne  above; 
Hence  the  saints  a  pledge  may  draw 
Of  unchanging  covenant  love : 
Clouds  awhile  may  intervene, 

But  the  bow  will  still  be  seen. 

151.  On  Parting. — c.  w. 

1  Blest  be  the  dear  uniting  love 

That  will  not  let  us  part ! 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 
We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Join'd  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  he  appoints,  we  go; 
And  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread. 
And  show  his  praise  below. 

3  Oh,  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 

And  nothing  know  beside; 
Nothing  desire,  nothing  esteem, 
But  Jesus  crucified. 

4  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 

The  same  in  mind  and  heart; 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time  nor  place, 
Nor  life,  nor  death  can  part. 

152.  At  Parting.—*. 
1   As  the  sun's  enlivening  eye, 

Shines  on  every  place  the  same; 
So  the  Lord  is  always  nigh 

To  the  souls  that  love  his  name. 
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2  When  they  move  at  duty's  call, 

He  is  with  them  by  the  way; 
He  is  ever  with  them  all, 

Those  who  go  and  those  who  stay. 

3  From  his  holy  mercy-seat 

Nothing-  can  their  souls  confine; 
Still  in  spirit  they  may  meet, 
And  in  sweet  communion  join. 

4  For  a  season  call'd  to  part, 

Let  us  then  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever  present  friend. 

5  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  pray'r, 

Tender  shepherd  of  thy  sheep; 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

6  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong, 

Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain; 
Give  us,  if  we  live,  ere  long 
Here  to  meet  in  peace  again. 

7  Then  if  thou  thy  help  afford, 

Ebenezers  shall  be  rear'd; 
And  our  souls  shall  praise  the  Lord 
Who  our  poor  petitions  heard. 

153.   The  Uncertainty  of  Life. — w. 

1  Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  name, 

And  humbly  own  to  thee, 

How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 

What  dying  worms  are  we. 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave; 
Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  stay, 
We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

3  Dangers  stand  thick  thro'  all  the  ground 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 


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4  Great  God !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang-  everlasting"  things! 
The  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead, 
Upon  life's  feeble  string's. 

5  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God! 

154.   The  Soul  that  loves  God,  finds  Him  every 
where. — c. 

(Translated  by  Cowper.) 

1  O  thou!  by  long  experience  tried, 
Near  whom  no  grief  can  long1  abide; 
Dear  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 
I  pass  my  years  of  banishment! 

2  All  scenes  alike  engaging1  prove, 
To  souls  impress'd  with  sacred  love : 
Where'er  they  dwell,  they  dwell  in  thee^ 
In  heav'n,  on  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

3  To  me  remains  nor  place,  nor  time, 
My  country  is  in  ev'ry  clime; 

I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

4  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none, 
But  with  a  God  to  g*uide  our  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 

5  Could  I  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot! 
But  regions  none  remote  1  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 

6  My  country,  Lord,  art  thou  alone, 
Nor  other  can  I  claim  or  own; 

The  point  where  all  my  wishes  meet. 
My  law,  my  love,  life's  only  sweet. 

7  Ah,  then!  to  his  embrace  repair, 
My  soul,  thou  art  no  stranger  there; 
There  love  divine  shall  be  thy  guard. 
And  peace  and  safety  thy  reward. 


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155.   Thoughts  on  the  Sea  Shore. — sr. 

1  In  ev'ry  object  here,  I  see 
Something',  O  Lord,  that  leads  to  thee; 
Firm  as  the  rock  thy  promise  stands, 
Thy  mercies  countless  as  the  sands; 
Thy  love  a  sea  immensely  wide, 

Thy  grace  an  ever-flowing-  tide. 

2  In  ev'ry  object  here,  I  see 
Something,  my  heart,  that  points  at  thee; 
Hard  as  the  rocks  that  bound  the  strand, 
Unfruitful  as  the  barren  sand; 

Deep  and  deceitful  as  the  ocean, 
And  like  the  tides  in  constant  motion, 

156.  Luther's  Hymn. 

1  sTis  not  too  hard,  too  high  an  aim, 
Secure  thy  part  in  Christ  to  claim: 
The  sensual  instinct  to  control, 
And  warm  with  purer  fires  the  soul. 
Nature  will  raise  up  all  her  strife, 
Foe  to  the  flesh-abasing-  life, 

Loth  in  a  Saviour's  death  to  share, 
Her  daily  cross  compell'd  to  bear; 
But  grace  omnipotent  at  length 
Shall  arm  the  saint  with  saving*  strength; 
Through  the  sharp  war  with  aids  attend, 
And  his  long*  conflict  sweetly  end. 

2  Act  but  the  infant's  gentle  part, 
Give  up  to  love  thy  willing"  heart; 
No  fondest  parent's  tender  breast 
Yearn's  like  thy  God's  to  make  thee  blest: 
Taught  its  dear  mother  soon  to  know, 
The  simplest  babe  its  love  can  show, 

Bid  bashful,  servile  fear  retire, 
The  task  no  labour  will  require. 

3  The  sovereign  Father,  g-ood  and  kind, 
Wants  but  to  have  his  child  resigned; 
Wants  but  thy  yielded  heart,  no  more — 
With  his  rich  g-ifts  of  grace  to  store. 


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He  to  thy  soul  no  anguish  brings, 
From  thy  own  stubborn  will  it  springs; 
That  foe  but  crucify,  thy  bane, 
Nought  shalt  thou  know  of  frowns  or  pain. 

4  Shake  from  thy  soul,  o'erwhelm'd,  deprest, 
Th'  incumbering  load  that  galls  its  rest; 
That  wastes  her  strength  with  bondage  vain ' 
With  courage  break  th*  enslaving  chain! 
Let  faith  exert  its  conquering  power; 

Say,  in  thy  fearing,  trembling  hour, 
"  Father!   thy  pitying  aid  impart !" 
'Tis  done;  a  sign  can  reach  his  heart, 

5  Yet  if,  more  earnest  plaints  to  raise, 
Awhile  his  succours  he  delays; 
Though  his  kind  hand  thou  canst  not  feel. 
The  smart  let  lenient  patience  heal; 

Or  if  corruption's  strength  prevail, 
And  oft  thy  pilgrim  footstep  fail, 
Lift  for  his  grace  thy  louder  cries, 
So  shalt  thou  cleansed  and  stronger  rise. 

6  If  haply  still  thy  mental  shade 

Deep  as  the  midnight's  gloom  be  made, 

On  the  sure,  faithful  arm  divine 

Firm  let  thy  fast'ning  trust  recline. 

The  gentlest  Sire,  the  best  of  friends, 

To  thee,  nor  loss  nor  harm  intends; 

Though  tost  on  the  most  boist'rous  main, 

No  wreck  thy  vessel  shall  sustain. 

Should  there  remain  of  rescuing  grace 

No  glimpse,  no  shadow  left  to  trace, 

Hear  thy  Lord's  voice;  " 'Tis  Jesus'  will;" — 

Believe,  thou  dark  lost  pilgrim,  still. 

7  Then  thy  sad  night  of  terrors  past, 
Though  the  dread  season  long  may  last, 
Sweet  peace  shall  from  the  smiling  skies 
Like  a  new  dawn  before  thee  rise; 

Then  shall  thy  faith's  firm  grounds  appear, 
Its  eyes  shall  view  salvation  clear, 
Be  hence  encouraged  more,  when  tried. 
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0  my  too  blind,  but  nobler  part, 

Be  moved!  Be  won  by  these,  my  heart! 
See  of  how  rich  a  lot,  how  bless'd, 
The  true  believer  stands  possessed! 
8  Come,  backward  soul!  to  God  resign-, 
Peace,  his  best  blessing,  shall  be  thine; 
Boldly  recumbent  on  his  care, 
Cast  thy  full  burden  only  there. 
157.  Religion. 

1  O  blest  religion,  heavenly  fair, 

Thy  kind,  thy  healing  pow'r 

Can  sweeten  pain,  alleviate  care3 

And  gild  each  gloomy  hour. 

2  When  dismal  thoughts,  and  boding  fears* 

The  trembling  heart  invade, 
And  all  the  face  of  nature  wears 
An  universal  shade. 

3  Thy  sacred  dictates  can  assuage 

The  tempest  of  my  soul: 
The  fiercest  storm  shall  lose  its  rage 
At  thy  divine  control. 

4  Through,  life's  bewilder'd  darksome  way* 

Thy  hand  unerring  leads; 
And  o'er  the  path  thy  heav'nry  ray 
A  cheering  lustre  sheds. 

5  When  feeble  reason,  tir'd  and  blind* 

Sinks  helpless  and  afraid, 
Thou  best  Supporter  of  the  mind, 
How  pow'rful  is  thy  aid! 

6  Oh!  let  my  heart  confess  thy  pow'r,. 

And  find  thy  sweet  relief, 
To  brighten  ev'ry  gloomy  hour, 
To  soften  ev*ry  grief. 

158.  The  Child.— x> 
1  Quiet,  Lord,  my  fro  ward  heart; 
Make  me  teachable  and  mild; 
Upright,  simple,  free  from  art; 
Make  me  as  a  weaned  child;-— 


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From  distrust  and  envy  free, 
PleasM  with  all  that  pleases  thee, 
What  thou  shalt  to-day  provide, 

Let  me  as  a  child  receive  ; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide, 

Calmly  to  thy  wisdom  leave: 
'Tis  enough  that  thou  wilt  care; 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear? 
•3  As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own; 
Knows  he's  neither  strong"  nor  wise, 

Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone. 
Let  me  thus  with  thee  abide, 
As  my  father,  guard,  and  guide. 
4  Thus  preserved  from  Satan's  wiles, 

Safe  from  dangers,  free  from  fears, 
May  I  live  upon  thy  smiles, 

Till  the  promis'd  hour  appears. 
When  the  sons  of  God  shall  prove 
All  their  Father's  boundless  love. 

159.   On  the  same  Subject. — Ps.  xxiii,  28. — h. 

1  As  when  a  child,  secure  of  harms, 

Hangs  at  the  mother's  breast? 
Safe  folded  in  her  anxious  arms, 

Receiving  food  and  rest; 
While  through  many  a  painful  path 

The  travelling  parent  speeds; 
The  fearless  babe,  with  passive  faith, 

Lies  still  and  yet  proceeds. 

2  Should  some  short  start  his  quiet  break. 

He  fondly  strives  to  fling 
His  little  arms  about  her  neck, 

And  closer  seems  to  cling: 
Poor  child,  maternal  love  alone 

Preserves  thee  first  and  last; 
Thy  parents  arms,  and  not  thine  own 

V •••  those  that  hold  thee  fast. 


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3  So  souls  that  would  to  Jesus  cleave, 

And  hear  his  secret  call, 
Must  every  fair  pretension  leave, 

And  let  the  Lord  be  all; 
"Keep  close  to  me,  thou  helpless  sheep, 

The  Shepherd  softly  cries, 
"Lord,  tell  me  what  'tis  close  to  keep," 

The  listening-  sheep  replies. 

4  "  Thy  whole  dependence  on  me  fix; 

"  Nor  entertain  a  thought 
"  Thy  worthless  schemes  with  mine  to  mix, 

"  But  venture  to  be  nought: 
"  Fond  self-direction  is  a  shelf, 

"  Thy  strength,  thy  wisdom,  flee; 
"  When  thou  art  nothing  in  thyself, 

"  Thou  then  art  close  to  me." 

160.  Home  in  View. — sr. 

As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 

The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if  'cross  the  plains 

He  eyes  his  home,  though  distant  stilL 
While  he  surveys  the  much  lov'd  spot, 

He  slights  the  space  that  lies  between. 
His  past  fatigues  are  now  forgot, 

Because  his  journey's  end  is  seen. 
Thus  when  the  christian  pilgrim  views, 

By  faith,  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 

And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 
The  thought  of  home  his  spirit  cheers, 

No  more  he  grieves  for  troubles  past, 
Nor  any  future  trials  fears, 

So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 
5Tis  there,  he  says,  I  am  to  dwell 

With  Jesus  in  the  realms  of  day; 
Then  I  shall  bid  my  cares  farewell, 

And  he  shall  wipe  my  tears  away. 


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6  Jesus,  on  thee  our  hope  depends, 
To  lead  us  on  to  thine  abode  ; 
Assur'd  our  home  will  make  amends-, 
For  all  our  toil  upon  the  road. 

161.   Retirement. — c. 

1  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 

From  strife  and  tumult  far ; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made, 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There  if  thy  spirit  touch  my  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
Oh  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love7 
She  communes  with  her  God ! 

4  There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays ; 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

5  Author  and  guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine, 
And  (all  harmonious  names  in  one,) 
My  Saviour,  thou  art  mine  ! 

6  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love^ 

A  boundless,  endless  store, 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

162.  Deliverance  from  Egypt, — K, 

1  From  Egypt  lately  come, 

Where  death  and  darkness  reign, 
We  seek  our  new  and  better  homes 
Where  we  our  rest  shall  gain. 

2  To  Canaan's  sacred  bound 

We  haste  with  songs  of  joy ! 
Where  peace  and  liberty  are  found; 
And  sweets  that  never  cloy. 


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3  There  sin  and  sorrow  cease, 

And  ev'ry  conflict's  o'er  ; 
There  we  shall  dwell  in  endless  peace? 
And  never  hunger  more. 

4  There,  in  celestial  strains, 

Enraptur'd  myriads  sing1 ; 
There  love  in  ev'ry  bosom  reigns, 
For  God  himself  is  King. 

5  We  soon  shall  join  the  throng, 

Their  pleasures  we  shall  share  ; 
And  sing  the  everlasting  song, 
With  all  the  ransom'd  there. 

6  How  sweet  the  prospect  is  ! 

It  cheers  the  pilgrim's  breast ; 
We're  journeying  through  the  wilderness^ 
But  soon  shall  gain  our  rest. 

163.   The  World  no  continuing  City. — k 

1  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here  :" 

This  may  distress  the  worldling's  mind  ; 
But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 
Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 

2  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here  ;" 

Sad  truth,  were  this  to  be  our  home; 
But,  let  the  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 
"  We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come." 

3  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here  ;" 

Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do  j 
Let  not  the  world  our  rest  appear, 

But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 
£  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here  *" 

We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight ; 
Zion  its  name  ;  the  Lord  is  there, 

It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 
5  Oh !   sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love, 

Where  pilgrims  freed  from  toil,  are  bless'd  I 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  the  dove, 

I'd  flee  to  thee,  and  be  at  rest. 


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6  But  hush,  my  soul,  nor  dare  repine  ! 
The  time  my  God  appoints  is  best, 
While  here,  to  do  his  will  be  mine, 
And  his  to  fix  my  time  of  rest. 

164.  "  The  Spirit  shall  return  to  God."—K. 

1  Away  !  thou  dying  saint  away  ! 

Fly  to  the  mansions  of  the  blest ; 
Thy  God  no  more  requires  thy  stay  ; 
He  calls  thee  to  eternal  rest. 

2  Thy  toils  at  length  have  reach'd  a  close  ; 

No  more  remains  for  thee  to  do  ; 
Away,  away  to  thy  repose, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  sin  and  wo. 

3  Away  to  yonder  realms  of  light, 

Where  multitudes,  redeemed  with  blood, 
Enjoy  the  beatific  sight, 

And  dwell  for  ever  with  their  God. 

4  Go,  mix  with  them  and  share  their  joy; 

In  heaven  behold  the  sinner's  friend  } 
In  pleasures  share  that  never  cloy, 
In  pleasures  that  will  never  end. 

5  And  may  our  happy  portion  be, 

To  join  thee  in  the  realms  above  ; 
The  glory  of  our  Lord  to  see, 
And  sing  his  everlasting  love. 

165.    0?i  Death. — c. 

1  To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 

My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone  ; 
O  !  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne  ! 

2  My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love, 

Whom  not  having  seen  I  adore, 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 
All  glory,  dominion,  and  pow,r  ; 

3  Dissolve  thou  these  bonds  that  detain 

My  soul  from  its  portion  in  thee, 
And  strike  off  this  adamant  chain* 
And  set  me  eternally  free, 


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4  When  that  happy  sera  begins, 

When  array'd  in  thy  beauties  I  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline ; 

5  O  !  then  shall  the  veil  be  remov'd, 

And  round  me  new  glories  be  pour'd, 
I  shall  meet  thee,  whom  absent  I  lov'd, 
I  shall  see,  whom  unseen  1  ador'd. 

6  And  then  never  more  shall  the  fears, 

The  trials,  temptations,  and  woes, 
Which  sadden  this  valley  of  tears, 
Intrude  on  my  blissful  repose. 

7  Or,  be  they  rememberM  above, 

Remembrance  no  sadness  shall  raise  ; 
They'll  be  but  new  signs  of  thy  love, 
New  themes  for  my  wonder  and  praise. 

8  Then  the  stroke  that  from  sin  and  from  pain, 

Shall  set  me  eternally  free, 
Will  but  strengthen  and  rivet  the  chain 
That  binds  me,  my  Saviour,  to  thee. 

166.  Death  the  Passage  to  Immortality, — p. 

1  Death's  but  a  path  that  must  be  trod, 
If  man  would  ever  pass  to  God ; 

A  port  of  calms,  a  state  of  ease, 
From  the  rough  rage  of  swelling  seas. 

2  As  men  who  long  in  prison  dwell, 
With  lamps  that  glimmer  round  the  cell, 
Whene'er  their  suffering  years  are  run, 
Spring  forth  to  greet  the  glittering  sun  ; 

3  Such  joy,  though  far  transcending  sense, 
Have  pious  souls  at  parting  hence  ! 

On  earth,  and  in  the  body  plac'd, 
A  few,  and  evil  years,  they  waste  ; 

4  But  when  their  chains  are  cast  aside, 
See  the  bright  scene  unfolding  wide, 
Clap  the  glad  wing  and  tower  away, 
And  mingle  with  the  blaza  of  day 


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167.  "  To  die  is  gain."     Phil.  i.  21.— jr. 

1  When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 

And  mourns  the  present  pain, 
How  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last, 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain. 

2  'Tis  not  that  murmuring"  thoughts  arise, 

And  dread  a  Father's  will, 
'Tis  not  that  meek  submission  flies, 
And  will  not  suffer  still. 

3  It  is  that  hope  with  ardour  glows 

To  see  him  face  to  face, 
Whose  dying  love  not  language  knows 
Sufficient  art  to  trace, 

4  It  is  that  heaven-taught  faith  surveys 

The  path  to  realms  of  light, 
And  longs  with  eagles'  plumes  to  rise 
And  lose  herself  in  sight. 

5  It  is  that  anxious  virtue  feels 

The  pangs  of  struggling  sin; 
Sees,  tho'  afar,  the  hand  that  heals, 
And  ends  the  war  within. 

6  Oh  for  a  wide  expanding  flight 

From  human  ills  to  flee, 
And  rise  where,  thron'd  in  heav'nly  light. 
My  Saviour  I  shall  see. 

168.   The  End  of  Time.—c.  w. 

1  Happy  soul !  thy  days  are  ended, 

AH  thy  mourning  hours  below  ; 
Go,  by  angel-guards  attended, 
To  thy  waiting  Saviour  go. 

2  Anxious  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo,  Emmanuel  dwells  above  ; 
Pleads  the  value  of  his  merit, 
Offers  thee  the  crown  of  love. 

3  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion, 

Let  no  fear  alarm  thy  breast ; 
God  shall  bring  thee  full  salvation ; 
God  shall  give  thee  endless  rest, 
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4  For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 
Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 
Die,  to  live  the  life  of  glory; 
Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

169.  Launching  into  Eternity, — w. 

It  was  a  brave  attempt !  adventurous  he 
Who  in  the  first  ship  broke  the  unknown  sea, 
And  leaving  his  dear  native  shores  behind, 
Trusted  his  life  to  the  licentious  wind. 
I  see  the  surging  brine  :  the  tempest  raves, 
He  on  the  pine-plank  rides  across  the  waves, 
Exulting  on  the  edge  of  thousand  gaping  graves  ; 
He  steers  the  winged  boat  and  shifts  the  sails, 
Conquers  the  flood  and  manages  the  gales. 
Such  is  the  soul  that  leaves  this  mortal  land, 
Fearless  when  the  great  Master  gives  command. 
Death  is  the  storm:  she  smiles  to  hear  it  roar, 
And  bids  the  tempest  waft  her  from  the  shore, 
Then  with  a  skilful  helm  she  sweeps  the  seas, 
And  manages  the  raging  storm  with  ease;     [wings 
(Her   faith  can   govern   Death)    she   spreads  her 
Wide  to  the  wind,  and  as  she  sails  she  sings, 
And  loses  by  degrees  the  sight  of  mortal  things. 
As  the  shores  lessen,  so  her  joys  arise, 
The  waves  roll  gentler,  and  the  tempest  dies. 
Now  vast  eternity  fills  all  her  sight, 
She  floats  on  the  broad  deep  with  infinite  delight, 
The  seas  for  ever  calm,  the  skies  for  ever  bright. 

170.  The  New  Jerusalem. — w. 

1  Come  all  whoe'er  have  set 

Your  faces  Zion-ward; 
In  Jesus  let  us  meet, 

And  praise  our  common  Lord; 
In  Jesus  let  us  still  go  on, 
Till  all  appear  before  his  throne. 

2  Nearer  and  nearer  still, 

We  to  our  country  come; 
To  that  celestial  hill, 
The  weary  pilgrim's  home; 


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The  new  Jerusalem  above; 

The  seat  of  everlasting"  love 

3  The  peace  and  joy  of  faith, 

Each  moment  may  we  feel, 
Redeem'd  from  sin  and  wrath, 

From  earth,  and  death,  and  hell, 
We  to  our  Father's  house  repair, 
To  meet  our  gracious  Saviour  there. 

171.   Future  Judgment. — w. 

1  O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart, 

Eternal  things  impress; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

2  Before  me  place  in  dread  array 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come, 
To  call  the  wand'rer  from  afar, 
To  judge  the  people  at  thy  bar, 

To  fix  th*  eternal  doom. 

3  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  serious  industry  and  fear 

Eternal  bliss  t'  insure; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

4  Then  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above  ; 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full  supreme  delight 

And  everlasting  love. 

172,   The  last  Judgment. — w.  s. 
1  The  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? 


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2  When  shrivelling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll; 
"When  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead  j 

3  Oh,  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  thou  the  trembling  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

173.   Writen  in  Illness. — t. 
My  Meditation  of  Him  shall  be  sweet— Ps.  civ.  34* 

1  When  languor  and  disease  invade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  our  cage, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  look  back  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down  ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

4  Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid; 
Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood 
My  debt  of  sufferings  paid. 

5  Sweet  on  his  righteousness  to  stand. 

Which  saves  from  second  death  ; 
Sweet  to  experience,  day  by  day, 
His  spirit's  quick'ning  breath. 

6  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 
Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depencj. 


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7  Sweet  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hand, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

8  Sweet  to  rejoice,  in  lively  hope 

That,  when  my  change  shall  come, 
Angels  shall  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 

9  Then  shall  my  dis-imprison'd  soul 

View  Jesus  and  adore; 
Be  with  his  likeness  satisfied, 
And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 

10  Soon  too  my  slumb'ring  dust  shall  hear 

The  trumpet's  quickening  sound; 
And  by  my  Saviour's  pow'r  rebuilt, 
At  his  right  hand  be  found. 

11  These  eyes  shall  see  him  in  that  day, 

The  God  that  died  for  me; 
And  all  my  rising  bones  shall  say, 
Lord,  who  is  like  to  thee. 

12  If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfolds, 

Weak  as  it  is  below, 
What  raptures  must  the  church  above, 
In  Jesus'  presence  know. 

13  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  thee  ? 

14  Oh,  may  the  unction  of  these  truths 

For  ever  with  me  stay: 
Till  from  her  sinful  cage  dismiss'd, 
My  spirit  flies  away. 

174.  All  Good  to  be  found  in  the  Creator. 

1  Oh  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  thee, 
And  on  thy  care  depend, 
To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 
My  best  and  only  friend. 
Q4 


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J  When  all  created  streams  are  dry, 
Thy  goodness  is  the  same, 
May  I  with  this  be  satisfied, 
And  glory  in  thy  name. 

3  Why  should  the  soul  a  drop  bemoan, 

Who  has  a  fountain  near, 
A  fountain  which  will  ever  run 
With  waters  sweet  and  clear. 

4  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  may  be  found  in  thee,    . 
I  must  have  all  things  and  abound* 
If  God  be  God  to  me. 

5  Oh  Lord,  I  cast  my  care  on  thee, 

1  triumph  and  adore  ; 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be, 
To  love  and  serve  thee  more. 

175.  Happiness  Found. 

1  Happiness,  thou  lovely  name, 

Where's  thy  seat,  oh  tell  me  where  ? 
Learning,  pleasure,  wealth  and  fame. 

All  cry  out  "It  is  not  here:" 
Not  the  wisdom  of  the  wise 
Can  inform  me  where  it  lies, 
Not  the  grandeur  of  the  great 
Can  the  bliss  I  seek  create. 

2  Object  of  my  first  desire, 

Jesus,  crucified  for  me. 
All  to  happiness  aspire 

Only  to  be  found  in  thee; 
Thee  to  praise  and  thee  to  know, 
Constitute  our  bliss  below ; 
Thee  to  see,  and  thee  to  love, 
Constitute  our  bliss  above. 

3  Lord,  it  is  not  life  to  live, 

If  thy  presence  thou  deny  ; 

Lord,  if  thou  thy  presence  give, 

'Tis  no  longer  death  to  die ; 


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Source  and  giver  of  repose, 
Singly  from  thy  smile  it  flows  j 
Peace  and  happiness  are  thine, 
Mine  they  are  if  thou  art  mine. 
4  Whilst  I  feel  thy  love  to  me, 

Ev'ry  object  teems  with  joy  i 
Here,  oh  may  I  walk  with  thee, 

Then  into  thy  presence  die  ! 
Let  me  but  thyself  possess, 
Total  sum  of  happiness ! 
Real  bliss  I  then  shall  prove  ; 
Heaven  below,  and  heaven  above. 
176.  Co/isolation  from  the  Atonement  of  Christ. — J.  w, 

1  Arise,  my  soul,  arise, 

Shake  ofT  thy  guilty  fears ; 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  : 
Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands; 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede  ; 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead; 
His  blood  aton'd  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace, 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  be  bears, 

Receiv'd  on  Calvary  : 
They  pour  effectual  pray'rs, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me  : 
"  Forgive  him,  O  forgive,"  they  cry, 
"Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die." 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  one: 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God, 

5  My  God  is  reconcilM, 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear 


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He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear: 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

177.   On  the  same  subject. — c. 
Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life  and  health  and  peace  possessing 
From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 
Here  I'd  set  for  ever  viewing 
Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood, 
Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 
Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
Gazing  here  I'd  spend  my  breath; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death: 
Lord  in  ceaseless  contemplation 
Fix  my  heart  and  eyes  on  thine, 
Till  I  taste  thy  whole  salvation, 
Where  unveil'd  thy  glories  shine  ! 


THE    END. 


INDEX. 


A  glance  from  heaven  with  sweet  effect 

Afflicted  saint,  to  Christ  draw  near 

Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame 

Almighty  Power !  amazing  are  thy  ways 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 

Arise,  my  soul,  with  joy  arise 

As  I  linger'd  last  night 

As  needles  point  towards  the  pole 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  springs 

As  some  tall  rock  amidst  the  waves 

As  the  sun's  enlivening  eye 

As  when  a  child,  secure  of  harms 

As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 

Away,  thou  dying  saint,  away 

Be  still,  my  heart,  these  anxious  cares 
Be  with  me.  Lord,  where'er  1  go 
Be  >ou  to  others  kind  and  true 
Begin,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay 
Behold  the  morning  sun  - 

Behold  where  breathing  1  .ve  divine 
Bthold  where  in  a  mortal  form 
Beset  with  snares  on  even  hand 
Bestow,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth 
Bitter  indeed  the  waters  are 
Biest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
BlPst  be  the  dear  uniting  love 
Blinded  in  youth  by  Satan's  arts 
breathe  from  the  gentle  south,  O  Lord 
B>  faith  in  Christ  I  walk  uith  God 
By  various  maxims,  forms,  aud  rules 
By  whom  was  David  taught 

Cease  here  longer  to  detain  me 
Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skiei 
Come  all  whoe'er  have  set 


Newton  162 

Fawcett  125 

Steele    35 

Scott    34 

Steele    89 

Wesley  181 

144 

Rolleston  153 

Newton  161 

Merrick    36 

Newton    57 

163 

Har  169 

Newton  170 
Kenn  19 
Kelly  173 

Newton  125 

14 

Watts      8 

Ogilvie    74 

Watts  154 

Barbauld  135 

Enfield    88 

Doddridge    8i 

Cow  per  111 

Newton     25 

Watts  137 

C.  Wesley  163 

Cowper  159 

Cowper  106 

Newton    21 

63 

Cowper     27 

Cecil  155 

Toplady  145 

Wesley  176 


184 


Come  blessed  Spirit,  source  of  light 
Come,  descend,  O  heav'nly  Spirit 
Come,  heavenly  peace  of  mind 
Come,  holy  celestial  dove 
Come,  holy  Spirit,  come 
Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 
Come,  thou  long  expected  Jesus 
Come,  thou  universal  blessing 
Compar'd  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 
Constraint  by  their  Lord  to  embark 
Courage,  my  soul,  behold  the  prize 

Darkness  overspreads  us  here 
Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul 
Death's  but  a  path  that  must  be  trod 
Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made 

Ere  God  had  built  the  mountains 

Faith  'tis  a  precious  grace 
Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone 
Far  from  the  narrow  scenes  of  night 
Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee 
Father  of  all,  whose  seqt  of  rest 
Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Fierco  passions  discompose  the  mind     • 
Fix  my  heart  and  eyes  on  thine 
Fountain  of  blessing,  ever  blest 
From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
From  Egypt  lately  come 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 
Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 
Go  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet 
God  is  a  spirit  just  and  wise 
God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
God  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days 
God  of  my  lift- ,  to  thee  I  call 
God  of  love,  that  hear'st  the  prayer 
Gracious  Lord,  our  children  see 
Great  God,  let  thy  constraining  pow'r 
Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah 

Hail !  thou  once  despised  Jesus 
Happiness,  thou  lovely  name 
Happy  soul !  thy  days'  are  ended 
Happy  soul!   who,  free  from  harms 
Happy  the  child  whose  early  years 
Happy  the  meek  whose  gentle  breast 
Happy  the  soul  whose  wishes  climb 
Hark,  a  voice!   it  cries  from  heav'n 
Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 
Heal  us,  Immanuel,  here  we  are 
Hear  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken 
His  master  taken  from  his  head 


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93 

I.  R. 

134 

94 

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76 

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22 

81 

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54 

128 

Steele 

58 
68 

Parnell  174 

Steele 

84 

Cowper 

43 

Beddome 

132 

Watts  117 

Steele 

18 

Cowper 

17L 

Merrick  109 

Steele  139 

Newton 

59 

127 

Beddome 

3 

Watts 

96 

Kelly 

171 

Newton 

43 

Kenn 

19 

Watts 

85 
17 
119 

Cowper 
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43 

Cowper 

123 

69 

Cowper 

111 

Opie 

118 

68 

90 

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-     C.  Wesley 

175 

82 
5 

Watts 

Scott 

138 

Steele  131 

Kelly 

64 

Cowper 

55 

25 
50 
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185 


Ghost,  whose  fire  celestial 
Honey  though  the  bee  prepares 
How  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord 
How  blest  is  he  who  ne'er  consents 
How  blest  is  the  child  of  the  Lord 
Ho*  blest  thy  creature  is,  O  God 
How  blest  the  union,  how  divine 
How  doth  the  little  busy  bee 
How  fair  is  the  rose,  what  a  beautiful  flowJ 
How  fine  has  the  day  been 
How  glorious  is  our  hear'nly  King 
How  many  of  their  wisdom  boast 
How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 
How  pleasing  is  the  scene,  how  sweet 
How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
How  sweet  thy  dwellings,  Lord,  how  fair 
How,  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile 
How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 
Hush,  my  dear,  lie  still  and  slumber 

I  am  fond  of  the  swallow 

I  ask'd  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 

I  sing  th'  a'.mighty  power  of  God 

I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did 

Jesu,  ray  Saviour,  in  thy  face 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 

Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord  and  Saviour 

Jesus  gives  us  free  repentance 

Jesus,  Loid,  we  look  to  thee 

Jesus,  refuge  of  my  soul 

Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope 

Jesus,  still  will  I  adore  thee 

Jesus,  the  shepherd  of  tht  sheep 

Jesus,  we  thy  prom -so  claim 

Jesus,  where'er  thj  people  meet 

Jesus,  who  art  my  soul's  delight 

If  our  warfare  be  lahorious 

If  Solomon  for  wisdom  pray'd 

Immortal  King!  through  earth's  wide  frame 

In  ev'ry  object  here  I  see 

In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 

Join  ev'ry  tongue  to  praise  the  Lord 

Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 

Israel  in  ancient  days 

It  was  a  brave  attempt !  adventurous  he 

Let  deepest  silence  all  around 

Let  dogs  delight  to  bark  and  bite 

Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Lord,  do  thou  thy  grace  impart 

Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 

Lord,  I  have  pass'd  another  day 

Lord  make  me  faithful  to  my  call 

Lord  of  hosts,  how  lovely  fair 

Lord,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray 


FAOE 

93 

Newton 

47 

Addison 

70 

3  3 

J,  J.  G. 

152 

Cowper 

139 

90 

Watts 

6 

13 
14 

— — — 

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Kelly- 

32 

Watts 

114 

42 

Newton 

47 

Merrick 

30 

Kelly 

111 

Newton 

39 

Watt? 

11 

Guion 

17 

Newton 

121 

Watts 

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Cowper 

113 

Venn 

77 

Gregg 

87 

Taylor 

15 

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C.Wesley 

5  38 

C,  Wesley 

80 

104 

J.  J.  G 

158 

Kelly 

S3 

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Cowper 

114 

Beddome 

77 

KJly 

64 

Newton 

30 

Merrick 

99 

Newton 

166 
116 

15 

Watts 

Newton 

31 

Cowper 

61 

Watts 

IT'S 

J.  .?.  G. 

113 

Watts 

5 

Steele  15. 

79 

137 

Watts 

9 

Taylor 

1 

L42 

116 

Ryland 

1 

186 


Lord,  that  I  may  learn  of  thee 

Lord,  thou  hast  been  th>  children's  God 

Lord,  thou  hast  search'd  and  seen  me  through 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 

Love  God  with  all  your  soul  and  strength 


Manna  to  Israel  well  supplied 
Martha  her  love  and  joy  express'd 
May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour 
Mighty  God,  while  angels  bless  thee 
My  Father,  1  thank  thee  for  sleep 
My  God,  all  nature  owns  thy  sway 
Mj  God.  how  endless  is  thy  love 
M>  God  who  makes  the  sun  to  know 
My  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all 
My  soul,  this  curious  house  of  clay 

No  longer  I  follow  a  sound 
Now  for  awhile  aside  I'll  lay 
Now  may  he  who  from  the  dead 
Now  may  fervent  prayer  arise 

O  blest  religion,  heavenly  fair 

O  David's  son,  and  David's  Lord 

O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert 

O  God,  my  sun,  thy  blissful  rays 

O  God  of  Zion  !  from  thy  throne 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 

O  God,  whose  thunder  shakes  the  sky 

O  Lord,  incline  thy  gracious  ear 

O  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfil 

O  thou,  by  long  experience  tried 

O  thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows 

O  thou  that  hearest  pray'r 

O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry 

O  thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 

Of  all  the  gifts  thine  hand  bestows 

Oft  as  the  bell  with  solemn  toll 

Oh  i  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 

Oh  !  for  a  heart  to  praise  the  Lord 

Oh  !  had  1  the  wings  of  a  dove 

Oh !  how  I  love  thy  holy  word 

Oh  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  thee 

O  thou,  whose  power  o'er  moving 

One  awful  word  which  Jesus  spoke 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress 


Pleasing  spring  again  is  here 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 

Praise  to  th'  almighty  Lord  of  heaven  arise 

Praise  to  thy  name,  eternal  God 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 


tyiiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart 


r  AGE 

C.  Wesley  136 

Steele    73 

Watts    13 

Wesley  131 

Watts    10 

Newton    26 

53 

59 

78 


Robinson 

Taylor 

Williams 


Cow  per    87 
Newton  128 

152 

Doddridge    16 

Newton   107 

115. 

168 

Newton    30 

Wesley  177 

66 

37 

Watts    71 

Chatterton  140 

107 

Cowper  141 

Guion  165 

Haweis  124 

,      116 

Watts    36 

110 

Cowper  100 

Newton  159 

Cowper    20 

Wesley  143 

Kelly    37 

Cowper  121 

179 

Dr.  Johnson  106 

Newton     52 

WTatts    41 

Newton  149 

ttarbauld    99 

Scott    74 

Doddridge  143 

Montgomery  103 

Newton  165 


187 


Rejoice  For  a  brother  deceas'd 
Hock  of  ages  cleft  for  me 

Sleep,  downy  sleep,  come  close  mine  eyes 

Soft  season  of  repose 

Sons  of  men,  behold  him  far 

Spirit  of  parity  and  love 

Submissive  to  thy  will  my  God  • 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing    - 

That  day  of  wrath,  thot  dreadful  day 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high 

The  evils  that  beset  our  path 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 

The  Lord  receives  his  highest  praise 

The  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

The  sa;nts  should  never  be  dismay 'd 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high 

The  spirit  breathes  upon  the  word     • 

The  sun  that  walks  his  airy  way 

The  whole  creation  can  afford 

Thee  we  adere,  eternal  Name 

There  is  a  God  that  reigns  above 

These  emmets,  h-  w  little  they  are  in  cur  eyes 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths.  Lord,  we  love 

This  God  is  the  God  we  adore 

Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height 

Thou  holy  paschal  Lamb 

Thru  power  supreme,  whose  mighty  scheme 

Thou  Shepherd  of  Israel  divine 

Though  all  these  things  substantial  seem 

Though  cloudy  skies  and  northern  blasts 

Though  troubles  assail 

Thrice  ev'ry  day  on  bended  knee 

Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  night 

Thus  wisdom  speaks  aloud,  and  yet    • 

Thy  piercing  eye,  O  God,  surveys 

Thy  ways,  O  Lord,  with  wise  design 

Time,  with  an  unwearied  hand 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know 

'Tis  my  happiness  below 

'Tis  not  too  nard,  too  high  an  aim    - 

'Tis  the  voice  of  the  sluggard 

To  God  the  Father  and  tbe  Son 

To'God  the  only  wise 

To  Jesus  the  crow  n  of  my  hope 

To  thy  pastures  iHir  and  large 

To  wait  for  that  important  day 

Wait.  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will 
Watch  not  o'er  these  alone,  O  Lord 
We've  no  abiding  city  here 
What  joj  !  while  thus  I  view  the  day 
What  now  is  my  object  and  aim  ? 
What  think  ye  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test 


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157 

Toplady    78 

Flexman  145 

Scott  146 

Wesley    76 

92 

142 

Watts    96 

Cecil  182 

Walter  Scott  177 
Cowper  122 

Newton  46 
Addison  35 
Cowper  133 


188 


What  though  my  frail  eyelids  refuse 
"What  various  hindrances  we  meet 
Whatever  brawls  disturb  the  street 
When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 
When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way 
When  darkness  long  has  veiPd  my  mind 
When  first  my  soul  enlisted 
When  gathering  clouds  arouml  I  view 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
When  langour  and  disease  invade 
When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain 
When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past 
When  restless  on  my  bed  I  lie 
When  the  sun  with  cheerful  beams 
Whene'er  I  take  my  walks  abroad 
While  I  lived  without  the  Lord 
While  in  the  world  we  still  remain 
While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  power 
While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
Whilst  lost  in  universal  dream 
Why,0  my  heart,  these  anxious  cares  ? 
Why  should  I  love  my  sport  so  well  ? 
Why  should  our  garments,  made  to  hide 
With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Ye  saints  whose  tears  now  often  flow 
Ye  worlds  of  light  that  roll  so  near 
Yes,  thou  art  fled, 

Zion,  the  city  of  our  God 


FA02 

Toplady  160 

Cowper  112 

Watts      6 

Addison  102 

Newton     55 

Cowper  123 

Newton    28 

139 

Watts  135 

Toplady  178 

.  K.  White    91 

Noel  17S 

146 

Newton  162 

Watts      4 

Newton  130 

Kelly    63 

Turner    99 

Newton  147 

J.J.  G.  151 

Stennett  126 

Watts      7 


Kelly    63 

Beddome    OH 

J.  Cunningham  155 

Newton    59 


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